Wu-Tang Clan, Snoop Dogg - Conditioner lyrics

Yeah huh, huh
Yeah fo' sho', fo' sho', you know that
Knowhatimsayin, tired of takin
Motherfuckin bullets for niggas and shit
Knowhatimsayin? I feel you my nigga
Catchin 45s, being chased by the government
Shit like that i'm diggin it
Bitches you know, mindscapin
Tryin to set a nigga up knowhatimsayin?
Yeah, MC Conditioner, yeah, knowhatimsayin?
Tired of takin motherfucking bullets for
Niggas and shit Catchin
45s, being chased by the government
Shit like that i'm diggin it
Bitches you know, mindscapin
Tryin to set a nigga up knowhatimsayin?

MC Conditioner
You could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner
You could never say this boy's a amateur


MC Conditioner
You could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner
You could never say this boy's a amateur

Yeah, yeah wu Tang Clan
Big Snoop D O double G somethin for the 2000

Your mama name Peter, papa name Cita
Fuck that nigga, when it come to the heater
Be the elevator, pussy eater
Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator
Hit a nigga later, he got to vacate 'em
Old Dirty corporata, splash
I'm up on the punanny flash
Bad gas, Macintosh, the light is red
Pee in the bed, I'm frustrated
For 29 years, no educated
High caded, cuz you kept it checkmated
What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what
All you niggas I'm puttin you in your place

MC Conditioner
You could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner
You could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner
You could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner
You could never say this boy's a amateur

Mr no-Meaner, pussy ho-beater
I keep fo' heaters when I'm
Dippin with my vita
Suckers they wanna beat us
Join us but we don't need 'em
Pump 'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em
And delete 'em
This negro right here pimps hoes
I smoke so much dope I have
Ya bloody at the nose
Since my buddy at these hoes wit
A bud like a rose it just so happens I'm the
Nigga that she chose
I flows above the rest, mos' def'
Got you shakin yo' ass
And you throwin up yo' set
Whatever you do, you keepin it true
Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you knew
Oooh, the Wu, is back up in this motherfucker
Oooh, and Snoop
Is burnin rubber on these suckers
It's a dog day afternoon
The Clan go bang, and the bang go boom
How you love it, how you like it
And how you get it do that damn thing and
Quit buillshittin wit it mC Conditioner
You could never say this boy is a amateur
(say what) mC Conditioner
You could never say this boy's a amateur

MC Conditioner
You could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner
You could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner
You could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner
You could never say this boy's a amateur

Yeah, pump that shit, testin
Check, 1, 2, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes y'all, to my niggas y'all
To my click y'all, you can't quit y'all
Wu Tang bangin' that dope shit y'all
That make you wanna roll up
And smoke shit y'all
To the beat y'all, you can't sleep y'all
On my flow y'all niggas don't know y'all
You see my style calm but wild
You witness the rhyme, nothin but dimes
The eightball murder verse
Freestyle or rehearsed
I wreck emcees whether I'm last or first
What, what, what, what
Hazardous dart, visual long forgotten art
That fell apart
Til the blood ran from the heart
Pump through the street
RZA make re-break beats packed seats
Rapid fire raps at off track meets
And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal shank
Blow 'em off the plank when
They ships approach the bank
Wu niggas rollin
Throwin the first rap slogan
Heroes of Hogan
Shot up the military clothin'
Quickly blow up
Rolled up in rappers like pennies
My brother stack tracks on the behalf of many
With the wisdom, power of
Science from experts
Self applying that put giants in the network
Through compact discs and
Televised live quotes
We multiply our strength, on a worldwide note
Yes, what, what

Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop
You keep on, til the break of dawn
Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop
Ah Wu Tang known to make your body rock