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 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 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