Various Artists - The Wash lyrics

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Various Artists - The Wash lyrics

[Dr. Dre] (Snoop Dogg) As the wheels turn city to city, hundred-spoke Chronic smoke, twist up another Phillie (Done dilly) (Them n***as still trippin' off that old sh**) Really? (How silly) It's a whole nother day (Yeah it is) Snoop Dogg (and Doc Motherf**in' Dre) n***a 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 f**in' streets (Who you gon' call when them n***as gettin' ready to blast?) Yeah, and if that sh**'s gettin' ugly (Who you gon' call when them n***as come to get in ya a**?) [Snoop Dogg] I came to get in that a**, 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 sh** on n***as Do it to 'em D-O-double, right on n***a I'm saggin' it, baggin' it, slangin' dubs You motherf**ers 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 sh** 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 sh** ain't played the party ain't bumpin' If I don't show up the hoes ain't f**in' (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, fu*k fake n***as I sell game a quarter million a track Snoop and the Good Doc back with a brand-new sack sh**'s wrong, money gone, I'll blast Out of town, out of bounds, no pa** Runnin' up, talkin' sh**, get smashed (Shoot first) Ask questions last [Snoop Dogg] Fallin' back on that a** Hit the switch and let the a** just drag 2001, 2002 tags... My n***a 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 sh** washed The Wash