Jackin’ My Van

Little ditty ‘bout jackin’ my van
Punk American thug showin’ up with a big plan
Jacker gonna be some gangland star
Bein’ nonchalant backstreet just jackin’ cars

Thinkin’ he's chilly dawg, he says gimme the ke-eys
This dude sportin’ a weapon now
He says to get down on my knees
I just say hey my man don’t go off van ain’t nothin’ to me
Quibble I don’t with guns or whacks
You can do what you please
And jacker say

Oh yeah I got gun
Gimme your wallet, and you might live on
(I say) Oh no this ain't fun
Losin' my new van, now wallet is gone
He walks on

Jacker turns ‘round and counts his loot for a moment
Scratches his head, I kick him in the spleen
Well then there jacker, we’re gonna haul you to the police
And I say homie, don't be takin' my green
Then I say

Oh yeah, that was fun
You’ll get you some jail, it’s time you were done
Oh yeah I say lost your gun
Had lots of courage, and now you have none

Aw you got rocked
You got rolled
Karate black belt come down
Knock you cold
You’ll go to prison, start doin’ your hitch
Gon’ see how tough you are
When they make you their bitch

Oh yeah life goes on
Get all kinds of thrills, as you go along
Oh yeah I say have some fun
Make up parodies and find a good song

A little ditty about jackin’ my van
Punk American thugs best not mess with me man