Tech N9ne - Yada, Yada, Yada Lyrics

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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 change
And strange hos who bang in range roves for 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 brought it,
That means you should've shot it cause I'm about to, drop
The real ya need a lot to kill a leader, prop the 
Nina nigga or pop the millimeter
Demarco I'm bout to spark flow your bark so harsh
But parts gon make you heart blow, blood
And don't be wuzzin' me cuzzin' me buggin me 
bout dubs I'll be mud till these clubs really lovin me
It hurts my nigga to hurt my nigga but hurt My nigga 
is what's inspiring these spurts my nigga
At first my nigga, used to be my homey, used to be my ace, 
Yellin' you gon slap the taste 
out my mouth nigga I never scare sebwafares everywhere,
If you need me believe me its easy, to put holes in Shakra teezy 
watch the wezzy he's lots of talk for sheezy

(Chorus)
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, knocking at yo front door
(Repeat 2x)

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 niggas
Money was sunny now it's funny you playa hate
Niggas, over some cake the fate of a show me state
Nigga 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 lot
And people who speak are usually weak and out 4 
Peace and no beef a lot remember we used 
2 kick it like bros now you niggas act 
like bitches and hos wit your licorice souls, 
Tecca9 I got the wickedest flows no kid in his mold 
on misery never will get wit this rogue, I'm pissed
At his whole little fisad of crip that is sold
Instead of a rap I should've twisted his nose
Who kept short nitty from killing you (me!) 
who kept diamond from drillin' you (me!)
Who kept villain niggas from vill dealin' you (me!)
So now you can take away (me) and keep on talking 
Crazy and Imma let em know where you
Keep yo baby and where you stay D.

(Chorus 2x)

You can't turn enough mutha fuckers against me!
You can't find a harder rapper that'll convince me!
I'm wit the Canty's the Ashby's the Whitebears
LeJeunes the Harrises and the mutha fuckin Timley's!
The Theorys the Byers the canadys you know the
Families that are known to be bad 4 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 yo bitches Imma
Witness they sick of yo disrespectful way of speaking 
explicit always talking about how big yo dick is, 
better hope Anghellic, go multi platinum to 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 4 talkin to Icy Roc
Bout knocking the nina out I'm trippin without
A doubt, Imma tell you who really is ya friends,
Vell Barkardi and maybe you and him can get
Together and tell it like it is again
Its over man, I hope you brought ya novicane
I know the pain, is slowly taking over brain.
So calm that mutha fuckin wombat I don't
Need no Don Juan tracks to come bomb on raps!

(Chorus 2x)

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lyrics submitted by tech fan on 24-08-2006