[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 rockTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
