Tech N9ne - Yada, Yada, Yada lyrics

Huh, my nigga Don Juan, damn
Been knowin' you for a long time, nigga (heh)
We did a lot of shit together, man
On this music tip, man
Beautiful shit we did, dog
Remember when we went out to LA man
With Quincy man made all that shit pop
Yukmouth and everybody, dubb C and everybody
Had a lot of good times, dog
Know what I'm sizzlin'?
But that shit's about to come to an end, dog
You know? Never have I ever crossed anybody
Y'all niggas know me
The sands of time have already
Started to pour against you, dog
So listen hard, 'cause I speak real softly
Like this:

Just think: What if I could just
Just blink your shit away?
Niggas think: Because a nigga bust
I got grips and grips of pay
The pain grows in fame and
Kangos we're changin' strange hoes
Who bang in Range Roves for
Thangs same shows with lames
The rains goes will stain and
Insane foes who drain
And hang rows with brains
If you caught it, that means you got it
And if you brought it
That means you should have shot it
'Cause, I'm about to drop the ray and
Nina locked to kill a liter
Propped to meaner nigga I pop the millimeter
DeMarco I'm 'bout to spark flow ya
Bark so hearts with parts
Gonna make ya heart blow (heart blow) , blood
And don't be was-in, Cuzin' me buggin' me
'Bout dubbs I be muscling
These clubs really lovin', me
It hurts my nigga, the hurt my nigga
But hurt my nigga
Is what's inspiring these spurts my nigga
At first my nigga
Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
Yellin' you gon' slap the taste out my mouth
Nigga, I never scare
Savoir faires everywhere
If you need me believe me it's easy
To put hoes in chakrateasie watch the wizie
These Glocks'll talk fa' shizie

Some say I should worry and
Watch where I walk
Yada, yada, yada, nigga, that's just talk
I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be
Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knockin' at
Yo' front do'
Some say I should worry and
Watch where I walk
Yada, yada, yada, nigga, that's just talk
I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be
Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knockin' at
Yo' front do'

The Industry's faulty, industry's salty (man)
The industry cost me, industry brought me
(pain)
The industry taught me, industry caught me
(strange) and you niggas know that
The industry's awfully (vain)
I ain't a snake nigga
All I did is make niggas money
With Sonny now it's funny
You playa hate niggas
Over some cake the fake of
A show me state nigga
In my face will be Don Juan
The Great to late nigga
I don't speak a lot I peep
A lot I creep a lot
And people who speakin' usually weak and out
For peace and no beef a lot
Remember we used to kick it like bros
Now you niggas act like bitches and hoes
With ya licorice souls
Tecca N9ne I got the wickedest flows
No kid in this MO
No misery will ever get wit this Rouge
I'm pissed in this hole
Little façade, a crypt in his soul
Instead of a rap I should
Have twisted his nose
Who kept Short Nitty from killin' you? (Me)
Who kept Diamond from drillin' you? (Me)
Who kept villain niggas from
Bill dealin' you? (Me)
So now you can take away me
And keep on talkin' crazy
And I'mma let 'em know where you keep
Your baby and where you stay, d

Some say I should worry and
Watch where I walk
Yada, yada, yada, nigga, that's just talk
I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be
Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knockin' at
Yo' front do'
Some say I should worry and
Watch where I walk
Yada, yada, yada, nigga, that's just talk
I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be
Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knockin' at
Yo' front do'

You can't turn enough
Motherfuckers against me
You can't find a harder
Rapper that'll convince me
I'm with the Canties, the Ashbees
The White Bears la Zhunes, the Harris's
And the motherfucking Timleys
The theories, the buyers, the Kennedy's
You know the families that are known
To be bad for humanity
Can he be bad? Can he be
Tough? Can he be rough?
No cream puffs are considered
To be rough enough
Nobody likes you not even ya bitches
I'm a witness they sick of yo disrespectful
Way of speakin' explicit
Always talkin' about how big yo dick is
Better hope Anghellic go multi-platinum
To get yo riches, blood
This is the end of men who
Were once friends and then
One asshole thought he was somethin'
When punks bend over they get fucked!
(Get fucked)
Hand over them Tech tapes or get stuck!
(Get stuck)
You must think I'm soft for talkin' to
Icey Roc 'bout knockin' the Nina out
I'm trippin' without a doubt
I'm a tell you really is yo friend
Mail Bakarii and maybe you and him can get
Together and tell like it is again
It's over mane
I hope you brought your Novocaine
I know the pain, is slowly takin' over brain
So calm that motherfucking wombat
I don't need no Don Juan tracks
To come bomb on rap

Some say I should worry and
Watch where I walk
Yada, yada, yada, nigga, that's just talk
I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be
Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knockin' at
Yo' front do'
Some say I should worry and
Watch where I walk
Yada, yada, yada, nigga, that's just talk
I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be
Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knockin' at
Yo' front do'

That's what I'm speakin' on, dog
That's real shit
Nigga once said to me: "Nigga walk
Around like his shit don't stink
Gon' cut ya nose off and stick up ya
Ass so you can smell that shit, " man
Ya know what I'm sizzlin'?
Dog, you drew first blood man
That was dog shit you know what I'm sizzlin'
That ain't no friend
Talkin' 'bout knockin' me out nigga
Ya know what are we yo

Dr dre here I come timbaland here I come
Neptunes here I come rick Rock here I come
Alchemist here I come sick Jack here I come
Boscoe here I come swizz Beats here I come
Trackmasters here I come don Juan be done