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Snoop Dogg - Conditioner Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Snoop Dogg]
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, getting chased by the government, shit like that
I'm diggin it
Bitches you know, mindscapin', tryna 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 can dig it
Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryna set a nigga up
Knowhatimsayin ?

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard, (Snoop Dogg)]
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur (I can dig it for real)
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur (I can dig it for real)
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur (I can dig it for real)
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur (I can dig)
[Interlude: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, yeah...
Wu-Tang Clan
Big Snoop D-O-double G
Somethin' for the 2000

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Your mama name Peter, papa name Skeeter
Fuck that nigga, when it come to the heater
Be the elevator–pussy-eater
Truth desperator, got shot, I hibernate up
Hit a nigga later, he got to vacate 'em
Ol' Dirty corporate raider, splash, I'm up on the punanny flash
Bad gas, Macintosh, I like it red
Pee in the bed, I'm frustrated
For 29 years, no educated
Hydrated, 'cause you kept it checkmated
What a waste, I'm up in ya face like "What!!!" (What?!?)
All you niggas, I'm puttin you in your place

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard, (Snoop Dogg)]
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur (Say what?)
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur (Say what?)
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur (Say what?!)
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Mr. Nomina, pussy hole beater
I keep four 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'll 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 – most 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 (Yeah yeah...)

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard, (Snoop Dogg)]
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur (Say what?)
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur (Say what?)
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur (Say what?)
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
(Yeah yeah... yeah yeah... yeah yeah...)

[Part 2]

[Verse: GZA]
Yeah, pump that shit, testing
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, nothing 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 rolling, throwing 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?

[Outro: Inspectah Deck]
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