snoop dogg - 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 n-gg-s still trippin off that old sh-t (really?) how silly
it’s a whole ‘nother day (yeah yeah) snoop dogg (and doc motherf-ckin dre)
n-gg- 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 f-ckin streets
who you gon’ call when them n-gg-s gettin ready to blast?
yeah, and if that sh-t’s gettin ugly
who you gon’ call when them n-gg-s come to gettin ya -ss?
(i came to get that -ss!)
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, sh-t on n-gg-s
do it to ’em d-o-double right on n-gg-
i’m saggin it, baggin it, slang them dubs
you motherf-ckers think the wash is all soap and suds, wh-ssup cuz?
if you tryin to get a dub sack, page me
the ho’s say “d-loc, you so crazy”
poppin that sh-t 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 sh-t ain’t played, the party ain’t b-mpin
if i don’t show up, the ho’s ain’t f-ckin
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, f-ck fake n-gg-s
i sell game a quarter million a track
snoop and the good doc back with a brand new sack
sh-t’s wrong, money gone, i blast
out of town, out of bounds, no p-ss
runnin up, talkin sh-t, get smashed
shoot first, ask questions last
fallin back on that -ss, hit the switch and let the -ss just drag(zzzt zzt)
2001, 2002 taz
my n-gg- 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 sh-t washed
the wash
(ahhhh)
the wash
(ahh, ahh)
the wash
(ahhhh, ahhh)
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