Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Van, artist - Jake One.
Date of issue: 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 |