Текст песни Yada, Yada, Yada (Tech N9ne) с переводом

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 L.A. 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 shits 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 for side 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