Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
DJ Pooh
DJ Pooh
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
As the wheels turn city to city
Hundreds fold, chronic smoke
Twist up another philly (Done dealy)
Them **** still trippin' off that old shit
Really, how silly
It's a whole other day
Snoop Dogg and Doc mothafuckin' Dre
**** 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 **** gettin' ready to blast?
And if that shit's gettin' ugly
Who you gon' call when them **** come to gettin' ya ass?
I came to get that ass
[Verse 2]
Big diddle, push the big hit-al
You hoppin' and poppin', how bout you hop up off my bed-aws
Got dirt on my pittaws
I broke a few littaws
It really don't matter 'cause I'm only here to spit on
And get on and shit on ****
Do it to 'em D-O-double right on, ****
I'm saggin' it, baggin' it, slangin' dubs
You motherfuckers think the wash is all soap and suds
What's up cuz?
If you're tryna get a dub sack, page me
The hoes say, D-Loc, you so crazy
Poppin' that shit don't phase me
I need my chips and the dip, it's like gravy
[Verse 3]
Now back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is expected and I'm fillin' 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
[Verse 4]
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 ****
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
[Verse 5]
Fallin' back on that ass
Hit the switch and let the ass just drag
2001, 2002, tags
My **** what you holding?
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 got's to pay the  cost to be the boss
After all that dirt, I gots to get my shit washed
The wash
The wash
The wash
Written by: Dr. Dre
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