Conditioner Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[G][Em][C][Am][D]
[Am][C][G][Dm][C][Dm]
[C][Dm][C][Dm][C][Dm]
[C][Dm][C][Dm][C][Dm][C][Dm]
[C][Dm]

[Verse 1]
MC [Dm]Conditioner,
you could never say this boy's a amateur

[Verse 2]
Yeah, [Dm]yeah[C]
[Dm]Wu- [C]Tang[Dm] Clan[C]
[Dm]Big Snoop D O doub[C]le G
[Dm]Somethin' for the [C]2000 Your mama[Dm] name Peter,
papa [C]name Cita
[Dm]Fuck that nigga,
when it come to the [C]heater
[Dm]Be the elevator, [C]pussy eater
[Dm]Too desperator, got shot,
[C]a h[Dm]ibernator
Hit a nigga later, he got to va[C]cate 'em
[Dm]Old Dirty corporata, splash,
[C]I'm up [Dm]on the punanny flash
Bad gas, Macin[C]tosh, [Dm]the light is red
Pee in the bed, I'm [C]frustrated
[Dm]For 29 years, no educated
High caded, 'cause you kept
it check[C]mated
[Dm]What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what
All you niggas I'm puttin you in your place
[C][Dm][C][Dm][C][Dm][C][Dm]

[Verse 3]
[Dm]
MC Conditioner[C],
you could [Dm]never say this boy's a [C]amateur[Dm]

[Verse 4]
[Dm]Mr. [C]No- [Dm]Meaner, pussy ho- beater[C]
I [Dm]keep fo' heaters when
I'm dippin with my vita
Suckers they wanna beat us, join
us but we don't [C]need 'em
Pump [Dm]'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em,
and de[C]lete 'em
[Dm]This negro right here [C]pimps hoes
I [Dm]smoke so much dope I have
ya bloody at the [C]nose
Since [Dm]my buddy at these
hoes wit a bud like a [C]rose
[Dm]It just so happens I'm the nigga
that she [C]chose
[Dm]I flows above [C]the rest, mos' def'
Got you [Dm]shakin' yo' ass, and
you throwin' up yo' [C]set
[Dm]Whatever you do,
you keepin' [C]it true
[Dm]Big Dogg and ODB, I thought [C]you knew
[Dm]Ooh, the Wu,
is back up in this [C]motherfucker
[Dm]Ooh, and Snoop,
is burnin' rubber [C]on these suckers
[Dm]It's a dog day afternoon
[C]The Cla[Dm]n go bang,
and the bang go [C]boom
[Dm]How you love it, how you like it,
an[C]d how you get [Dm]it
Do that damn thing and quit
[C]bullshittin' wit[Dm]' it
MC [C]Conditioner, you could [Dm]never say this
boy is a ama[C]teur [Dm](say what)
MC Conditioner[C], you could n[Dm]ever say this
boy's a amateur
[C][Dm][C][Dm][C][Dm]

[Verse 5]
MC Conditioner[C], you could n[Dm]ever s[C]ay t[Dm]his b[C]oy[Dm]'s a amateur
[C][Dm]

[Interlude 1]
[C][Dm][C][Dm]
[C][Dm][C][Dm][C][Dm][C][Dm]
[C][Dm][C][Dm][Db]

[Verse 6]
[Db]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 [F#]smoke shit y'all
[Db]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, haz[F#]ardous dart
[Db]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 milit[Db]ary clothin'
[Db]Quickly blow up,
rolled up in rappers like pennies
My brother stack track[Db]s
on the behalf of many
With the wisdom, power of,
science from experts
Self applyin',
that put giants in the network
Through com[Db]pact discs and
[F#]tele[Db]vised live quotes
We multiply our strength,
on a worldwide note
Yes, what, what

[Verse 7]
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