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    "Yada, Yada, Yada" Lyrics

    Tech N9ne

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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

    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)
    This song was submitted on August 24th, 2006 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Aaron Yates, S Watson, W Wilson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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