Brown and White Van Quincey White

[Intro]
Y'all kids, come on, you know how this van is when it get hot like this
Yeah, there it is
Got this motherfucker running now though
Come on, baby
Keep running, keep running
Don't short out in front of my kids
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, motherfucker
Come on, yeah
Aw, come on
Fuck this van
Damn
The First Team Collection

[Chorus]
Brown and white van turned me to a man
We had to sleep in the car where we all layin'
The seat in the back turned to a bed
Me, my siblings, and my mama sleeping foot to head
With my daddy in the front seat reclining
When we called on family, they declined it
Still can't see how we made it through it all
But that brown and white van, hell yeah, it made it all

[Verse 1]
Was just a pup, papa was shit out of luck
Had to pack up our stuff, couldn't hustle the rent up
Was never the type to dot his I's, cross his T's
Now we drive around in the house like an RV
A 1983 Ford Econoline
The brown and white van my daddy had in 1995
Our address was the van's VIN number
Supposed to get from A to B, not live in that motherfucker
When my daddy went to work
We in American Airlines' parking lot with no shirt
You burning gas out if you blow the air conditioner
So you better not dare start that engine up
That's why I had drive since day one
'Cause I lived on the road and felt every bump
Taking shits in plastic bags and throw it in the dump
Shit I went through, got this shit goin' up