Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song White Van , by - Jake One. Release date: 06.10.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
White Van |
| I wouldn’t leave it for nothin', only a crazy man would |
| Lay my money down on the wood and pound on 'em good |
| Knock 'em out, knock 'em to the ground and clown on 'em good |
| On the edge, all I need is a push |
| Fuck a tree, fuck a bush, dawg, and we smoke mountains of kush |
| Whole forest, then rap on a record with no chorus |
| No space in my brain for mistakes, it’s no storage |
| Some people run away from the truth, I run towards it |
| I could lose, yeah, that’s a possibility |
| But only makes me stronger as long as it’s not killing me |
| Across the globe they feeling me |
| I’m so confident, look at the cards they dealing me |
| Hard to count the amount of studio couches I slept on |
| Headstrong, that means I’m right when I’m dead wrong |
| I do the creepin', I don’t get crept on |
| Jake One, this is Jake One, one of the best on |
| Yeah, ha ha ha ha, motherfuckers |
| From Seattle to NY, back to LA |
| Bossin' up on you punk motherfuckers, ha ha ha ha ha |
| We make it rain down on these punk motherfuckers |
| Yo Ev', shine on these fools |
| Yeah, back from tour serving customers |
| It’s where the hustle is |
| Can’t decide whether to ride out on top of the drum or the percussion is |
| Or fall back behind the beat, never trustin' ya |
| I just play my position and stake my claim |
| They claim not to listen, better duck, I aim |
| In your direction, section, street or lane |
| Avenues, drives, boulevards, here’s the rein |
| To pull the horse back, grab the mane |
| Release the force that decides whether good will reign |
| Dark side, bright side, I don’t fuckin' say |
| Which remains at the end of the day, I just spit my game |
| I stay Jake One dipped when he comes to bass |
| Low on the treble, passport stamped, federal case |
| A fresh pick from the orchard |
| Roll in a van of whites and my hand on the steering wheel of fortune |
| Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin' 'bout, ha ha ha ha |
| Yo, we bringin' it straight to the 'Bridge, ha ha ha ha ha |
| We got what the streets need |
| Yo, let’s chop these niggas down, AR-15 style |
| Get 'em, P |
| Looking at the calendar, it’s 'bout that time |
| For me to get released 'cause I served my time |
| Behind these cold bars 'cause the D’s tell lies |
| And the district attorney had it out for I |
| King 16, they wanna kill me |
| And get rid of P because I rap fly |
| Like a G5, this ain’t your average stuff |
| My verse is God-sent, this is angel dust |
| There it is, motherfuckers |
| That’s how the story goes |
| Bossin' up on you hoes |
| Doing a drive-by on you motherfuckers out a white van |
| Kidnappin' niggas without a plan |
| Now you tell me who’s the man |
| Let’s get 'em, Jake, ha ha ha ha ha |
| Download the MP3, bitch |