Soopa Villainz
Soopa Villainz - The Van songtekst
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(Mr. Heart) In the Van, drunk driving, pulled over by the cops Swipe a gun from they holster, lickin' off shots Sped off in a flash, Mashin' on the gas Gotta helicopter hovering, above, on my ass (Mr. Diamond) There's a black van followin you, a figure driving Shimmerin' diamonds, on his wrist, no survivin' It's wartime, and you caught in the middle of it We plant you in the dirt, head first and love it (Mr. Spade) The van was loaded up to the max with guns Mr Diamond said he know where we could get some funds Out this bank in North Hollywood, Full-body armor suit, if the pigs come my way, You know Im'a shoot (Mr. Heart) In the Van, through a tunnel, headed strait for a truck What the fuck, so I bust, till I blow that bitch up All over the road, madman in the van No love, Mr. Heart, keep a weapon on hand (Chorus)(x4) 4 killers on the loose (THE VAN!!) Got these guns 'bout to shoot (THE VAN!!) Punk, bust through you (THE VAN!!) What the fuck you gonna do? when you see (THE VAN!!) (Mr. Spade) Im in the van windows tinted, a crime was committed The police'll never find out a Soopa Villain did it Up in the van, bodies wrapped up in saran, Give me a hand, and murder was a part'a the plan (Mr. Heart) In the van headed straight for the window at a bank Right, through the glass, Soopa Villainz what you think Pop! Pop! Shoot this bitch up, put the money in the bags Mob off in the van, drop a bomb for the blast (Mr. Diamond) We in the van, with a dead fag, wrapped in a bag That we draggin' behind us, they never gon' find us Soopa Villainz in the van, bandanas on the plates And we barrelin' through, the shopping zone with no brakes (Mr. Spade) Load up the van with all the cash, inside Fort Knox Then back to the hood, and park it on the hot block For the traffic stop, keep the glock cocked, for the cop When he ask for my license, pistols go "Pop! Pop!" (Chorus) (Mr. Diamond) When the Van Backfires, somebody dies Whoever ridin' behind us catches shrapnel to the eyes The whole grill fulla hair, skin, tissue, and blood 97 miles an hour makes a hell of a thud (Mr. Spade) In the van, you might hear a bitch scream Rollin down ya block like B.A. from the A-team (I pity the fool!) With all that gold on, dont get stole on Old lady hold on, let the van roll on (Mr. Heart) In the van I see a hooker, she hitchin' for a ride So I pulled over, and I let her inside To the back of the van, straight dick to her jaw When I'm done, I cut this bitches head off with a chainsaw! (Mr. Diamond) Somebody in a toy car behind me, flashin lights Mr. Club tossed out a couple sticks'a dynamite Blew the roof off the car, Its just a pig sittin on wheels I shot him in the fo-head, he squeals! (Chorus)