The Wash
Dr. Dre Lyrics


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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?

I came to get in that ass, big D-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

Now back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is expected and I'm feelin' that demand
Los Ange', 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 handle 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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of this Dre's song is all about mobility and fast-paced life. The wheels turn from city to city, and everything changes as they do so. This line reflects how the world keeps spinning, and people are always on the move. The chronic smoke adds a sense of relaxation, and the lyrics urge people to twist up another Phillie. In the next line, he reflects on the past and how it's foolish to be stuck there when it's a whole new day with new opportunities.


Throughout the song, Dre emphasizes the importance of having your allies when times get tough. When things get ugly, people need to have someone to call when they need backup. The lyrics are all about having someone's back and being there for them when they need it most. The song reflects how people can rely on each other in times of crisis.


Line by Line Meaning

As the wheels turn city to city, hundred-spoke
Traveling between cities on rims with one hundred spokes.


Chronic smoke, twist up another Phillie (done dilly)
Smoking marijuana and rolling another cigar.


(Them niggas still trippin' off that old shit) Really? (How silly)
People are still bothered by past events, which is nonsensical.


It's a whole nother day (yeah, it is)
Time has progressed since a previous event.


Snoop Dogg (and Doc motherfuckin' Dre) Nigga can ya feel this?
The combined presence of Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre is palpable.


It's the D-O-double, ya don't run up ya won't see no trouble
Dr. Dre presents his nickname and advises others not to engage in conflict with him.


If you caught up in these fuckin' streets
If someone is struggling in the harsh reality of street life.


Who you gon' call when them niggas gettin' ready to blast?
Who will someone call for help when they're in danger?


Yeah, and if that shit's gettin' ugly
If the situation is escalating poorly.


Who you gon' call when them niggas come to get in ya ass?
Who will someone call for help when they're being targeted by others?


I came to get in that ass, big D-Dogg, push the big hid-ogg
Dr. Dre intends to dominate with his music.


You're hoppin' and poppin', how bout you hop up off my bid-alls
Dr. Dre is unimpressed by people's attempts to discredit him.


Got dirt on my pid-aws, I broke a few lid-aws
Dr. Dre has made mistakes in the past and had problems.


It really don't matter cause I'm only here to spit on
Dr. Dre is unbothered by his mistakes because he's focused on his music.


And get on and shit on niggas
Dr. Dre wants to surpass other artists and prove his dominance.


Do it to 'em D-O-double, right on nigga
Dr. Dre is confident in his abilities and wants to prove it.


I'm saggin' it, baggin' it, slangin' dubs
Dr. Dre sells drugs to make money.


You motherfuckers think The Wash is all soap and suds?
People underestimate the harshness of The Wash neighborhood.


What's up cuz?
Dr. Dre greets his friends.


If you tryin' to get a dub sack page me
Dr. Dre will sell drugs if contacted.


The hoes say "Dee Loc, you so crazy"
People think Dee Loc is entertaining and wild.


Poppin' that shit don't faze me
People's opinions don't affect Dr. Dre.


I need my chips and the dip, it's like gravy
Dr. Dre needs money and other substances to feel satisfied.


Now back to the lecture at hand
Dr. Dre returns to his main topic of discussion.


Perfection is expected and I'm feelin' that demand
Dr. Dre feels pressured to make perfect music.


Los Ange', broad day gunnin'
Gun violence occurs in Los Angeles during the day.


That ain't no earthquake it's just Dre comin'
Dr. Dre's music is powerful enough to feel like an earthquake.


If this shit ain't played the party ain't bumpin'
Dr. Dre's music is necessary to create a lively party atmosphere.


If I don't show up the hoes ain't fuckin'
Women won't have sex if Dr. Dre doesn't attend a party or event.


(Real talk) Cali sunshine, come visit
Dr. Dre is inviting people to visit California and enjoy the sunshine.


Just don't stop at stop signs with bullet holes in it
There are dangerous areas in California where stop signs have bullet holes.


All-star League, you ridin benches
People who are less successful are sitting on the sidelines while Dr. Dre is successful.


I handle my business, fuck fake niggas
Dr. Dre is successful because he doesn't associate with fake people and focuses on his work.


I sell game a quarter million a track
Dr. Dre's music is very valuable and successful.


Snoop and the Good Doc back with a brand-new sack
Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre are back with new music.


Shit's wrong, money gone, I'll blast
Dr. Dre will resort to violence if his money or valuables are taken without permission.


Out of town, out of bounds, no pass
Dr. Dre will act violently against people who trespass or enter his business uninvited.


Runnin' up, talkin' shit, get smashed
People who try to create conflict with Dr. Dre will be defeated.


(Shoot first) Ask questions last
Dr. Dre will shoot first and not ask questions in a violent situation.


Fallin' back on that ass
Dr. Dre is retreating from a situation.


Hit the switch and let the ass just drag
Dr. Dre is driving a low rider with drag capabilities.


2001, 2002 tags, my nigga what you holdin'?
Dr. Dre is driving with car tags from the year 2001 or 2002 and asks a friend what they have.


Step out with the Stacey's and the Snoop Dogg Clothin'
Dr. Dre and his friend are wearing expensive and stylish clothing, along with clothing branded by Snoop Dogg.


Rollin', with the braids in my hair
Dr. Dre has hair braids and is driving around.


Cripped out, way pimped out, oh yeah
Dr. Dre is displaying affiliation with Crips gang and is stylishly adorned.


You gots to pay the cost to be the boss
Dr. Dre reminds people that being successful requires hard work and dedication.


After all that dirt I gots to get my shit washed (The Wash)
After facing difficulties, Dr. Dre needs to cleanse and regroup in his hometown of The Wash.


The Wash
The hometown of Dr. Dre featured in this song.




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Imsomie Leeper, Andre Romell Young, Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Mark S. Jordan, Royal R. Harbor

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@mikeneidlinger8857

Dre was on it for this track.

Me and the homies all seated in the bleachers
Smoking bones the furthest reaches of the Galaxy
Don’t challenge the homies
We stoned and prone to decease bitches
We don’t wanna hit the kill switches
What is this?
Game?
Murder all the same?
What aim you got rolling up on potheads with locked dreads
Servin’ edit I give credit to the Ganja heads to the bomber
The wanderer further supercharged 2 car garage
Back at the pad
Suckas servin’ up stabs and cuts
Bitches shakin’ that ass
I cut class to score grass and passed the joint
Always on point the homies slack but I slack for them
I wasn’t born a warrior and the story they tell is hell
So I torn real slow
All the homies in it and you know
All how that close up shop training nonstop
A lot of the homies been shot and shit
We rock this and stop at no crisp clothing
The clockwork makes the head jerk and we rolling
All topic wrecks work on some Techs and AKs
A lot of the homies is Gray Aliens.

Rarely a dawn see all night fighter
Rhymer
Till the biter gone
Lighter the feather on the scale
Prevail
A lot of cats failed
I stale to rail off
I bail soft from the jail
Coughed on some herb
Busted word up
I trusted that
And soldier fat
Before they scold you dap?
I took a nap so I’m up all night
I like to keep it tight and never bite lyrics
All fear as they hear this
I’m your dearest blade fighter
I chill in the light heard of bloodshed
All stained red in this soil dead
Like failed Ganja crops I locks step
The dragon’s breath
All name with aim come and crept

I see Ganja and imagine my third eye open
Clever broken the system to list then
They get me medical
The threat’ll pull back with a sack
That’s credible fact
All I need is some weed to rap
Flip some stats and kick back
Explain a murder game is wick wack
Spit thunder clap and you under the map
Lookin’ for your shookin’ dap
Sold a sap on victory
And he still stuck to his story after gory defeat
Born with more to treat
I rock the athletic cleats
So I could play on grass relief
I never have any beef
I grew up smoking reefer the beach
Is where I like to spark kief word
Transform into a bird the 33rd
Get the set blurred on meth?
Never that
I exhale the cold dragon breath of Ganja
Increase my rep

All the skulls cracked it’s Wu
Come through with the fluid
You couldn’t do it get it done you ain’t from the ruins
I true flip school kids on Murder lids of grass
In the stash my burner lasts
I got that Ganja and a lot of harm done on it
I reprogrammed my whole set so I could fight
Bet
I run through a Tech 9 I got the next AK-47
Down the line and you out of time
All relax recline
State the facts you in a bind
I just wash my mind and soul clean
In this bad dream I had
I don’t get mad or even
Never fight believe in Wu

Stretch X marks
Bullet parks in the extra dark chocolate
Nighttime ride inside
You could ride the shotgun
A lot of a ton
A gun go off
The boss flipped his roster
You saw stir in the World
A third of the slid was hidden
Forbidden from carrying weapons
Everyone sex in the game
Called murder flame I exclaim
I brain drain
Bike in the lane with flame
All one in the same
I twitch stitch and came
With the aim
To never miss always hit
Servin’ fit
A monkey trip
A punk be slipped up
I ripped the truck jewels off fools

All straw hits jack
Need a Mac to relax to the music
Music true in it’s form is pure worn through
License grew on the dice kids up into stew
Flight with the crew
All hectic expect tricks to flex in it
To begin with you could get ridden of
Fittin hand in glove
A love is a dub sack
Murder black in the act of contact
React with the bomb back
Sold crack and relax
Flip Flap hold max and see cats dance
Take a chance
My style is advanced I answer
The word up cancer
Hands cut off stiff real stuff
In steel rough with the handcuffs
And be as such it’s too much



@efendimg

[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?

[Hook: Snoop Dogg]
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



All comments from YouTube:

@jmoorhouse6317

One of Dr Dre’s most underrated beats. Absolute class.

@tudorradu5848

bro its literally i wanna do somethign fraeky to you XD

@MansaKimani

Couldn't agree more

@biggjune2914

Maybe because it's not his beat and a sample. Smh

@R2Manny

So smooth and g as fuck

@Fudge_Fantasy

@Tudor Radu slower but he took it straight from the bone for "nuthin but a g thang"

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@jboyj7822

Driving through the city streets at night bumping this shit max volume is crazy. This beat goes so hard

@user-xf5nj1vq3m

Ha poco te gusta he's te ridmo tan Berga

@BLAQLight

Amazing how Dre could create so many different beats from ONE SONG to sample!!

@manganiphiri4331

Snoop Dogg and Dr Dre duo has always been amazing.πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

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