Yada, Yada, Yada lyrics

[Intro]
Huh,my n*gga Don Juan, damn..
Been knowin' you for a long time, n*gga (heh)
We did a lot of sh*t together, man
On this music tip, man
Beautiful sh*t we did, dog
Remember when we went out to L.A. man, with Quincy man
Made all that sh*t pop, Yukmouth and everybody, Dubb C and everybody
Had a lot of good times, dog, know what I'm sizzlin'?
But that sh*ts about to come to an end, dog
You know? Never have I ever crossed anybody, y'all n*ggas know me
The sands of time have already started to pour against you, dog
So listen hard, 'cause I speak real softly, like this:

[Verse 1]
Just think: What if I could just, just blink your sh*t away?
n*ggas think: Because a n*gga 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 n*gga 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 n*gga, the hurt my n*gga, but hurt my n*gga
Is what's inspiring these spurts my n*gga
At first my n*gga
Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
Yellin' you gon' slap the taste out my mouth
n*gga, 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
[Chorus]
Some say I should worry and watch where I walk
Yada, yada, yada, n*gga, 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, n*gga, 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'

[Verse 2]
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 n*ggas know that the industry's awfully (vain)
I ain't a snake n*gga, all I did is make n*ggas money
With Sonny now it's funny, you playa hate n*ggas
Over some cake the fake of a show me state n*gga
In my face will be Don Juan The Great to late n*gga
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 n*ggas act like b*tches 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 p*ssed in this hole
Little façade, 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 n*ggas 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
[Chorus]
Some say I should worry and watch where I walk
Yada, yada, yada, n*gga, 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, n*gga, 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'

[Verse 3]
You can't turn enough motherf*ckers 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 motherf*cking 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 b*tches, I'm a witness
They sick of yo disrespectful way of speakin' explicit
Always talkin' about how big yo di*k 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 as*h*le thought he was somethin'
When punks bend over they get f*cked! (Get f*cked!)
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 motherf*cking wombat, I don't need no Don Juan tracks to come bomb on rap
[Chorus]
Some say I should worry and watch where I walk
Yada, yada, yada, n*gga, 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, n*gga, 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'

[Interlude]
That's what I'm speakin' on, dog, that's real sh*t
n*gga once said to me: "n*gga walk around like his sh*t don't stink
Gon' cut ya nose off and stick up ya ass so you can smell that sh*t," man
Ya know what I'm sizzlin'?
Dog, you drew first blood man
That was dog sh*t
You know what I'm sizzlin'
That ain't no friend
Talkin' 'bout knockin' me out n*gga
Ya know what are we
Yo

[Outro]
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