Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg - The Wash lyrics
Dr. Dre [Andre Romell Young] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg - The Wash lyrics]
As the wheels turn city to city
Hundred-spoke
Chronic smoke, twist up another Phillie
(Done dilly)
(Them niggas still trippin' off that
Old shit) Really? (How silly)
It's a whole nother day (yeah it is)
Snoop Dogg (and Doc Motherfuckin' Dre) Nigga
Can ya feel this? (It's the D-O double
Ya don't run up ya 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 get in ya ass?)
I came to get in that ass, Bigg Di-Dogg
Push the big hid-ogg
You're hoppin' and poppin'
How bout you hop up off my bid-alls
Got dirt on my pid-aws, I broke a few lid-aws
It really don't matter cause I'm
Only here to spit on
And get on and shit on niggas
Do it to 'em D-O double, right on nigga
I'm saggin' it, baggin' it, slangin' dubs
You motherfuckers think The Wash is
All soap and suds? What's up cuz?
If you tryin' to get a dub sack page me
The hoes say "Dee Loc, you so crazy"
Poppin' that shit don't faze 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 hoes ain't fuckin'
(Real talk) Cali sunshine, come visit
Just don't stop at stop signs
With bullet holes in it
All-Star League, you ridin benches
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'll 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
2001 & 2002 tags my nigga what you holdin'?
Step out with the Stacey's and
The Snoop Dogg Clothin'
Rollin', with the braids in my hair
Cripped out, way pimped out, oh yeah
You gots to pay the cost to be the boss
After all that dirt I gots
To get my shit washed the Wash
The Wash
Hundred-spoke
Chronic smoke, twist up another Phillie
(Done dilly)
(Them niggas still trippin' off that
Old shit) Really? (How silly)
It's a whole nother day (yeah it is)
Snoop Dogg (and Doc Motherfuckin' Dre) Nigga
Can ya feel this? (It's the D-O double
Ya don't run up ya 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 get in ya ass?)
I came to get in that ass, Bigg Di-Dogg
Push the big hid-ogg
You're hoppin' and poppin'
How bout you hop up off my bid-alls
Got dirt on my pid-aws, I broke a few lid-aws
It really don't matter cause I'm
Only here to spit on
And get on and shit on niggas
Do it to 'em D-O double, right on nigga
I'm saggin' it, baggin' it, slangin' dubs
You motherfuckers think The Wash is
All soap and suds? What's up cuz?
If you tryin' to get a dub sack page me
The hoes say "Dee Loc, you so crazy"
Poppin' that shit don't faze 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 hoes ain't fuckin'
(Real talk) Cali sunshine, come visit
Just don't stop at stop signs
With bullet holes in it
All-Star League, you ridin benches
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'll 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
2001 & 2002 tags my nigga what you holdin'?
Step out with the Stacey's and
The Snoop Dogg Clothin'
Rollin', with the braids in my hair
Cripped out, way pimped out, oh yeah
You gots to pay the cost to be the boss
After all that dirt I gots
To get my shit washed the Wash
The Wash