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Snoop Dogg – Conditioner Lyrics

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ODB Snoop
Yeah
Huh, huh
Yeah
Fo sho, fo sho, you know that…
Knowhatimsayin, tired of takin motherfckin bullets for niggas and shit
Knowhatimsayin?
I feel you my nigga
Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that
Im diggin it
Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up
Knowhatimsayin?
Yeah, MC Conditioner, yeah, knowhatimsayin?
Tired of takin motherfcking bullets for niggas and shit Catchin
45s, being chased by the government, shit like that
Im diggin it
Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up
Knowhatimsayin ?

MC Conditioner, you could never say this boys 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
fck that nigga, when it come to the heater
Be the elevator, pssy eater
Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator
Hit a nigga later, he got to vacate em
Old Dirty corporata, splash, Im up on the punanny flash
Bad gas, Macintosh, the light is red
Pee in the bed, Im frustrated
For 29 years, no educated
High caded, cuz you kept it checkmated
What a waste, Im up in yo face like what
All you niggas Im puttin you in your place

Snoop
Mr. No-Meaner, pssy ho-beater
I keep fo heaters when Im dippin with my vita
Suckers they wanna beat us, join us but we dont 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 Im 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 motherfcker
Oooh, and Snoop, is burnin rubber on these suckers
Its 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 boys a amateur

Snoop
yeah, yeah…

BEAT SWITCH

Gza
Yeah, pump that shit, testin
Check, 1,2, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes yall, to my niggas yall
To my click yall, you cant quit yall
Wu-Tang bangin that dope shit yall
That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit yall
To the beat yall, you cant sleep yall
On my flow yall niggas dont know yall
You see my style calm but wild
You witness the rhyme, nothin but dimes
I wreck emcees whether Im 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 yall, you dont stop
You keep on, til the break o dawn
Ah yes, yes yall, you dont stop
Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rock

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