Conditioner lyrics

Artist  : Wu-tang Clan 
Song : Conditioner



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[ODB + Snoop]

 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 ?

 

 [ODB: HOOK]

 MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a
amateur... [4X]

 

 [Snoop]

 Yeah, yeah

 Wu-Tang Clan

 Big Snoop D O double G

 Somethin for the 2000

 

 [ODB]

 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

 

 [HOOK with Snoop's "say what" at end of
amateur...]

 

 [Snoop]

 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

 

 [HOOK]

 

 [Snoop]

 yeah, yeah...

 

 [BEAT SWITCH]

 

 [Gza]

 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 applyin, that put giants in the network

 The compact disc and televised live cults

 Will multiply our strength, on a worldwide
note

 Yes, what, what

 

 [Deck]

 Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop

 You keep on, til the break o dawn

 Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop

 Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rock