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