Tech N9ne - Yada, Yada, Yada Lyrics
[Verse 1]Just think, what if I could just, just blink this shit away.Niggas think, because a nigga bust, I got grips and grips of pay.The pain grows in fame and kangols with changeAnd strange hos who bang in range roves for thangs,Same shows with lames the rain woes will stain insaneFoes who drain and hang bros with brainsIf you caught it that means you got it, and if you brought it,That means you should've shot it cause I'm about ta, dropThe real ya need a lot to kill a leader, prop thenina nigga or pop the milli meterDemarco I'm bout to spark flow your bark so harshBut parts gon make you heart blow, bloodAnd don't be wassin' me cuzzin' me buggin me bout dubsI'll be mud till these clubs really lovin meIt hurts my nigga to hurt my nigga but hurtMy nigga is what's inspiring these spurts my niggaAt first my nigga, used to be my homey, used toBe my ace, yellin' you gon slap the taste out my mouthNigga I never scare sebwafares everywhere,If you need me believe me its easy, to put holes inShakra teasy watch the wezzy he's lots of talk4 sheezy[Chorus]Some say I should worry and watch where I walk (yeah)Yada, yada, yadaNigga that's just talkI'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knockin at yo front door[Repeat 2x][Verse 2]The industries faulty industry salty (man)The industry cost me industry brought me (pain)The industry taught me industry caught me (strange)And you niggas know that the industries awfully (bane)I ain't a snake nigga all I did is make niggasMoney was sunny now it's funny you playa hateNiggas, over some cake the fate of a show me stateNigga in my face will be Don Juan the great 2 late nigga.I don't speak a lot I peep a lot I creep a lotAnd people who speak are usually weak and out 4Peace and no beef a lot remember we used2 kick it like bros now you niggas actlike *****es and hosWit your licorice souls,Tecca9 I got the wickedest flowsNo kid in his mold on miseryNever will get wit this rogue, I'm pissedAt his whole little fisad of crip that is soldInstead of a rap I should've twisted his noseWho kept short nitty from killin you me, whoKept Dyamund from drillin' you meWho kept villain niggas from vill dealin' you me,So now you can take away me and keep on talkingCrazy and Imma let em know where youKeep yo baby and where you stay D.[Chorus][Repeat 2x][3rd Verse]You can't turn enough mutha *****ers against meYou can't find a harder rapper that'll convince meI'm wit the Canty's the Ashby's the WhitebearsLeJeunes the Harrises and the mutha fuchkin Timley'sThe Theorys the Byers the canadys you know theFamilys that are known to be bad 4 humanityCan he be bad, can he be tough can he beRough no cream puffs are considered to be rough enoughNobody likes you not even yo *****es immaWitness they sick of yo disrespectful way of speakingexplicit always talking about how big yo dick is,better hope Anghellic, go multi platinum to get your richesBlood, this is the end of men who were once friendsAnd then, one ***** thought he was somithin whenPunks bend over they get *****ed (get *****ed) hand overThem Tech tapes or get stuck (get stuck)You must think I'm soft 4 talkin to Icy RocBout knockin the nina out I'm trippin withoutA doubt, Imma tell you who really is ya friends,Vell Barkardi and maybe you and him can getTogether and tell it like it is againIts over man, I hope you brought ya navacaneI know the pain, is slowly taking over brain.So calm that mutha *****in wombat I don'tNeed no Don Juan tracks to come bomb on raps.[Chorus][Repeat 2x]
