Yada, Yada, Yada Songtext
von Tech N9ne
Yada, Yada, Yada Songtext
Huh, my nigga Don Juan?
Damn, I been knowin′ you for a long time, nigga
Eh-heh, we did a lot of shit together, man
On this music tip, man, beautiful shit we did, dog, heh-heh
Remember when we went out to LA, man?
With Quincy, man, made all that shit pop?
An' we handed ′em out ta e'erybody? Dub cd ta' e′erybody?
Had a lot of good times, dog!
Know what I′m sizzlin'?
But that shit′s about to come to an end, dog, ya know?
Never, have I ever, crossed anybody, man
Y'all niggas know me
The sands of time have already started to pour against you, dog
So, listen hard
′Cause I'm a speak real softly
Like this
Just think, what if I could just
Just blink this shit away?
Niggas think, because a nigga busts
I got grips an′ grips of pay
The pain grows in fame and 'cain goes with change
An' strange hoes who bang
In Range Roves fo′ thangs
Same shows with lames
The rain woes will stain
Insane foes who drain
And hang bros with brains
If you caught it, that means you got it!
And if you bought it, that means you should have shot it!
′Cause I'm ′bout to drop the real
Ya' need a lot to kill a leada′!
Propped to meana', nigga, I′ll pop the millimeter!
De'Marco I'm ′bout to spark flow
Your bark′ so harsh, but parts gon' make ya′ heart blow, blood
An' don′t be wuzzin' me, cuzzin′ me, buggin' me
'Bout dubs, I′ll be mud ′til these clubs really lovin' me!
It hurts, ma′ nigga!
To hurt ma' nigga!
But hurtin′ my nigga!
Is what's inspirin′ these spurts, ma' nigga!
At first, ma' nigga used to be ma′ homey!
Used to be my ace!
Yellin′ you gon' slap the taste out ma′ mouth!
Nigga, I never scare!
Savoir affairs, everywhere
If you need me, believe me, it's easy to put holes in Socrateez-ee
Watch the weezy, he′s lots of talk, fo' sheezy!
Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk (yeah)
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
Knock-knockin' at yo′ front do′!
Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk (yeah)
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
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' hatin′ niggas over some cake
The fate of a Show-Me-State, nigga
In my face will be Don Juan, the Great, to-the-late, nigga!
I don't speak a lot, I peep a lot, I creep a lot
And people who speak are usually weak
And not for peace and don′ beef a lot
Remember, we used to kick it like bros?
Now, you nigga's act like bitches and hoes wit′ yo' lecherous souls!
Tec-cha Nina, I got the wickedest flows
No kid in his mold or no misery, ever would get wit' this rogue
I′m pissed at this whole little facade of priv that is sold!
Instead of a rap, I should have twisted his nose
Who kept Sean Diddy from killin′ you? Me!
Who kept Dyamund from drillin' you? Me!
Who kept villain niggas from bill dealin′ you? Me!
So, now you can take away me, an' keep on talkin′crazy
An' I′m a let 'em know where you keep yo' baby, an′ where you stay, D!
Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk (yeah)
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
Knock-knockin′ at yo' front do′!
Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk (yeah)
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
Knock-knockin' at yo' front do′!
You can′t turn enough muthafuckas against me!
You can't find a harder rapper that′ll convince me!
I'm wit′ the Canty's, the Ashby′s, the Whitebear's!
LeJeune's, the Harris′, an′ the muthafuckin' Timley′s!
The Theory's, the Byers′, 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 creampuff suckas ended up bein′ rough enough!
Nobody likes you, not even yo 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, then get your 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 Icy Roc ′bout knockin' the Nina out
I'm trippin, without a doubt
I′m a tell you who really is ya′ friend, Mail Bakarii
And maybe you and him can get together and tell it like it is, again
It's over, mane, I hope you brought ya′ Novocaine!
I know the pain is slowly taking over, brain
So calm that, muthafuckin' wombat
I don′t need no Don Juan tracks, to come bomb on raps
Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk (yeah)
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
Knock-knockin' at yo' front do′!
Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk (yeah)
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
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 yo′ 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
Ric Rok, 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!
Damn, I been knowin′ you for a long time, nigga
Eh-heh, we did a lot of shit together, man
On this music tip, man, beautiful shit we did, dog, heh-heh
Remember when we went out to LA, man?
With Quincy, man, made all that shit pop?
An' we handed ′em out ta e'erybody? Dub cd ta' e′erybody?
Had a lot of good times, dog!
Know what I′m sizzlin'?
But that shit′s about to come to an end, dog, ya know?
Never, have I ever, crossed anybody, man
Y'all niggas know me
The sands of time have already started to pour against you, dog
So, listen hard
′Cause I'm a speak real softly
Like this
Just think, what if I could just
Just blink this shit away?
Niggas think, because a nigga busts
I got grips an′ grips of pay
The pain grows in fame and 'cain goes with change
An' strange hoes who bang
In Range Roves fo′ thangs
Same shows with lames
The rain woes will stain
Insane foes who drain
And hang bros with brains
If you caught it, that means you got it!
And if you bought it, that means you should have shot it!
′Cause I'm ′bout to drop the real
Ya' need a lot to kill a leada′!
Propped to meana', nigga, I′ll pop the millimeter!
De'Marco I'm ′bout to spark flow
Your bark′ so harsh, but parts gon' make ya′ heart blow, blood
An' don′t be wuzzin' me, cuzzin′ me, buggin' me
'Bout dubs, I′ll be mud ′til these clubs really lovin' me!
It hurts, ma′ nigga!
To hurt ma' nigga!
But hurtin′ my nigga!
Is what's inspirin′ these spurts, ma' nigga!
At first, ma' nigga used to be ma′ homey!
Used to be my ace!
Yellin′ you gon' slap the taste out ma′ mouth!
Nigga, I never scare!
Savoir affairs, everywhere
If you need me, believe me, it's easy to put holes in Socrateez-ee
Watch the weezy, he′s lots of talk, fo' sheezy!
Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk (yeah)
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
Knock-knockin' at yo′ front do′!
Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk (yeah)
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
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' hatin′ niggas over some cake
The fate of a Show-Me-State, nigga
In my face will be Don Juan, the Great, to-the-late, nigga!
I don't speak a lot, I peep a lot, I creep a lot
And people who speak are usually weak
And not for peace and don′ beef a lot
Remember, we used to kick it like bros?
Now, you nigga's act like bitches and hoes wit′ yo' lecherous souls!
Tec-cha Nina, I got the wickedest flows
No kid in his mold or no misery, ever would get wit' this rogue
I′m pissed at this whole little facade of priv that is sold!
Instead of a rap, I should have twisted his nose
Who kept Sean Diddy from killin′ you? Me!
Who kept Dyamund from drillin' you? Me!
Who kept villain niggas from bill dealin′ you? Me!
So, now you can take away me, an' keep on talkin′crazy
An' I′m a let 'em know where you keep yo' baby, an′ where you stay, D!
Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk (yeah)
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
Knock-knockin′ at yo' front do′!
Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk (yeah)
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
Knock-knockin' at yo' front do′!
You can′t turn enough muthafuckas against me!
You can't find a harder rapper that′ll convince me!
I'm wit′ the Canty's, the Ashby′s, the Whitebear's!
LeJeune's, the Harris′, an′ the muthafuckin' Timley′s!
The Theory's, the Byers′, 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 creampuff suckas ended up bein′ rough enough!
Nobody likes you, not even yo 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, then get your 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 Icy Roc ′bout knockin' the Nina out
I'm trippin, without a doubt
I′m a tell you who really is ya′ friend, Mail Bakarii
And maybe you and him can get together and tell it like it is, again
It's over, mane, I hope you brought ya′ Novocaine!
I know the pain is slowly taking over, brain
So calm that, muthafuckin' wombat
I don′t need no Don Juan tracks, to come bomb on raps
Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk (yeah)
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
Knock-knockin' at yo' front do′!
Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk (yeah)
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
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 yo′ 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
Ric Rok, 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!
Writer(s): Aaron Yates Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
