Letras
Doggy in my ear, on a early ride
Soap bucket swing like a Westside glide
Foam on my sleeve, but I still look clean
Scrubbin' these wheels like they part of my dream
White tee damp with the sun on full
Back then, minimum wage still felt cool
Walkman bumpin' that SN double O
Mitts on chrome while my hair still go
Tastic chair break, took my lunch on curb
Salt and pepper chips, just me and the verbs
Boss said faster, but I hit my groove
Water hit the paint with a DJ move
Coins in a pouch smell like tire shine
Phone in a sock, no screen to align
Head nod slow to the Doggystyle track
I ain't cleanin' no Benz, but I'm bringin' it back!
Doggy in my ear, on a early ride
Soap bucket swing like a Westside glide
Foam on my sleeve, but I still look clean
Scrubbin' these wheels like they part of my dream
Chrome caps spin, now the rim look bold
Dreamin' of a whip I could never hold
Aluminum bucket and a garden hose
But I walk like I stepped out a video pose
Boss had a rag, but I used my own
Bodega towel with my nickname sewn
Left that lot with my shirt two-tone
But my aura stayed fresh like a new ringtone
Tips in change, but I count that slow
Quarter by quarter to the taco spot glow
Shoes all soaked, but I step like king
With that Snoop in my chest, I could clean anything
Doggy in my ear, on a early ride
Soap bucket swing like a Westside glide
Foam on my sleeve, but I still look clean
Scrubbin' these wheels like they part of my dream
Sometimes I miss that bucket and hose
Simple days where a clean mint goes
Didn't own much, but I had that beat
Each brush stroke sync with a Westside heat
Payday came with a folded roll
Didn't buy kicks, bought mom a bowl
Steam from the hood made a golden glow
Felt like a boss with a bucket and toe
Headphones tangled, but the sound came true
Gin and juice made the soap feel smooth
Alleyway job, but the vibe went wide
That foam never left, it just moved inside
Doggy in my ear, on a early ride
Soap bucket swing like a Westside glide
Foam on my sleeve, but I still look clean
Scrubbin' these wheels like they part of my dream
Doggy in my ear, on a early ride
Soap bucket swing like a Westside glide
Foam on my sleeve, but I still look clean
Scrubbin' these wheels like they part of my dream