Drdre The Wash Feat Snoop Dogg Lyrics

The Wash Feat Snoop Dogg Lyrics

[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)