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Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
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PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
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DJ Pooh
DJ Pooh
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Lyrics

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 (oh, 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?) 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 dog? 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 Now back to the lecture at hand Perfection is expected and I'm filling 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 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 The Wash
Writer(s): Andre Romell Young, Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Mark S. Jordan, Imsomie Leeper, Royal R. Harbor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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