The Wash (feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Dr. Dre (Snoop Dogg)]

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?)

[Snoop Dogg]

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

[Dr. Dre]

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

[Snoop Dogg]

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