Lyrics:
Her eyes they shown like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair, it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
I
of Planets, the profits of doom.
Never trust the white man driving the black van
He's just saving all his voodoo for you.
Just for you.
Never trust
cocked back, but he spit about one time
Slumped out, sun down, and his man coming by
With like two more trucks and they creep from behind
Threw it in
Let me be your man, let me be your man
I'm done with sleep
Imagined things
'Cause dreams aren't dreams
Til you wake up
So wake up
Just wake up
the van back first
Back upstairs, took off the black shirt
I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
I left town two years ago and moved on up to Idaho
But swore that I'd be back again
Pick up where I left off, oh man
Left behind some lovely
horoscopes, man
Hey, I'm a cancer with a bad moon rising
Look here Alfago, watch my lips
Where were ya born?
I was born in East L.A
Man, I was born in
My daddy gave me the keys
One day at home
He said with this van forever
You shall roam
And I knew I could get out of this place
Because the van
I have a van
It's a special van
It has a couch in the back
So I don't have to stand
I've covered the walls
With egg cartons and foam
Soundproofed my
and Impala's
Thugs and them ballers
Ain't nothin' safe
When them things start
Jiga jiga jiga jiga jiga
Look man, keep thinkin' we shook, man
Do 'em like we're
my n****s dap, jump out the van back first
Back upstairs, took off the black shirt
I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear
Listen up so why'all
A straw headed woman
and a barrel chested man.
A pocket full of posies
and a hat brim full of sand.
Ooh oo-oo-oh,
waiting for the train that never
They got my favorite lotion here
Something in a hotel I admire
I got the pictures that you sent me
And how they fill me with desire
Tonight
Uh
Ygen
It’s the cape crusader
Put it down like
What my name is
Kaapstad did it
3T
It’s the Cape crusader, young Van Riebeek
I put it down like
Pour the hourglass sand in the rusted tin can
The looking glass man dressed in robes from Japan
The chauffeur of the van with the globe in his hand
Matt and Audie were a few fine folk
Made love in the mornin's with a few high hopes
They'd leave a note and they'd kick up dirt
In a town only
Breaking down grams
Rolling with the fam
Headed to some bands and we smoking out vans
Smoking out the van, yeah we smoking out the van
Killing these
I Dey wonder when you want to pull up in a van, It's a milli van
Bigi Bigi man, bigi bigi bigi bigi bigi man
Money chilling feeling like a fucking
William P. Van Ness signed on as my (number two!)
Hamilton arrived with his crew
Nathaniel Pendleton and a doctor that he knew (number three!)
I
I knew you niggaz would be back
See, see, you need to fuck with me you know I mean?
Yeah, you need to holla at your boy, man
Stop fuckin' with them
[Big Scoob]
Big Scoob! That's my nigga rippin it up,
Put the hood up on my shoulders man I'm lifin it up,
Tip in my cup, still a nigga givin a fuck,
The women fall out when I let em touch my hand
I get out the plane into a Mercedes Benz van
TVs all over with chrome 20 inch fans, damn
Got damn
Man I am
of the night!
The working man
The working man
You never wanna fuck with the working man
The working man
The working man
He drives a white van he's the working man
a Prima Donna, but
I'ma getcha getcha hands up
We gon' show 'em we can stand up
Load the van up, man up and spark the band up
Let's go
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