Dr. Dre Lyrics

Album: Unknown

The Wash Lyrics

(feat. Snoop Dogg)

 [Dr. Dre/Snoop Dogg]

 As the wheels turn city to city, hundreds fold, chronic smoke

 Twist up another philly (dun dilly)

 Them niggas still trippin off that old shit (really?) how silly

 It's a whole 'nother day (yeah yeah) Snoop Dogg (and Doc motherfuckin Dre)

 Nigga can ya feel this?

 It's the D-O-double, you don't run up, you won't see no trouble

 If you caught up in these fuckin streets

 Who you gon' call when them niggas gettin ready to blast?

 Yeah, and if that shit's gettin ugly

 Who you gon' call when them niggas come to gettin ya ass?

 (I came to get that ass!)

 Big dittog, push the big hittog

 Ya hoppin and poppin, how bout you hop up off my bittalls

 Got(GOT) dirt on my pittaws

 I(I) broke a few littaws

 It(IT) really don't matter cause I'm only here to spit on

 And get on, shit on niggas

 Do it to 'em D-O-double right on nigga

 I'm saggin it, baggin it, slang them Dubs

 You motherfuckers think The Wash is all soap and suds, whassup cuz?

 If you tryin to get a dub sack, page me

 The ho's say "D-Loc, you so crazy"

 Poppin that shit don't phase me

 I need my chips and the dip it's like gravy

 Now back to the lecture at hand

 Perfection is expected and I'm feelin that demand

 Los Ang, broad day gunnin

 That ain't no earthquake it's just Dre comin

 If this shit ain't played, the party ain't bumpin

 If I don't show up, the ho's ain't fuckin

 Cali sunshine, come visit

 Just don't stop at stop signs with bullet holes in it

 All Star league, you writin Benjamins

 I handles my business, FUCK fake niggas

 I sell game a quarter million a track

 Snoop and the good Doc back with a brand new sack

 Shit's wrong, money gone, I blast

 Out of town, out of bounds, no pass

 Runnin up, talkin shit, get smashed

 Shoot first, ask questions last

 Fallin back on that ass, hit the switch and let the ass just drag(zzzt zzt)

 2001, 2002 Taz

 My nigga what you holdin?

 Step out with the Stacy's and the Snoop Dogg clothing

 Rollin, with the braids in my hair

 Crimped out, way pimped out, OH YEAH

 You gots to pay the cost to beat the boss

 After all that dirt I gots to get my shit washed

 

 The Wash

 (ahhhh)

 The Wash

 (ahh, ahh)

 The Wash

 (ahhhh, ahhh)