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jake one - white van lyrics

[verse 1: the alchemist]
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
f+ck a tree, f+ck a bush, dawg, and we smoke mountains of kush
whole forest, then rap on a record with no chorus
no sp+ce 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 k!lling 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

[interlude]
yeah, ha ha ha ha, motherf+ckers
from seattle to ny, back to la
bossin’ up on you punk motherf+ckers, ha ha ha ha ha
we make it rain down on these punk motherf+ckers
yo ev’, shine on these fools

[verse 2: evidence]
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 f+ckin’ 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
[interlude]
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 n+ggas down, ar+15 style
get ’em, p

[verse 3: prodigy]
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 k!ll 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

[outro]
there it is, motherf+ckers
that’s how the story goes
bossin’ up on you hoes
doing a drive+by on you motherf+ckers out a white van
kidnappin’ n+ggas without a plan
now you tell me who’s the man
let’s get ’em, jake, ha ha ha ha ha
download the mp3, b+tch

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