The Alchemist, Evidence, Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Jake One - White Van lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Alchemist, Evidence, Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Jake One - White Van lyrics]
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
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