Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rover Truck, artist - Juvenile. Date of issue: 11.09.2000
Song language: English
Rover Truck |
| I’mma keep it on my mind |
| Stay slangin' iron |
| Playin', ya die |
| K’s whippin' out |
| Prey every time |
| I’m straight off the porch — I live down the court |
| Lookin' for that dope |
| Kickin' in your door |
| Tyin' up your ho |
| And break the bitches up — run 'em in the cut |
| I don’t give a fuck — if them people rush, they ain’t catchin' us |
| I gotta make the green |
| Smokin' nicotine |
| Know a nigga’s scheme |
| Run em' with the beam |
| Runnin' with my team |
| …And get it how I live |
| Keep it how it is |
| Make a nigga cents |
| Take a nigga bitch |
| Hit him with it quick |
| If it mean bustin' a head, I’m gon' do it |
| Whatever it takes to get the bread, I’m goin' through it |
| Tryin' to get my pockets swole up |
| Juvenile is 'bout to blow up |
| That third-ward sign I’mma throw up when I take it off of your shoulder |
| They come with they mask on |
| They be a clique, but I get 'em gone |
| Hit niggas in the chest when I’m slangin' chrome |
| Tryin' to kill me a nigga when the beef is on |
| Baby, let me get the keys to that Rover Truck |
| Man, let me get this beef shit over, bruh |
| Ain’t no bitches here up in that Nolia, bruh |
| Bust your big head is what was told to us |
| Nigga, I’m straight from out the P.J., they murder easy |
| Well, if you’re spankin' out for three days, believe what we say |
| Niggas be shootin' that shit in they vein, some of 'em sellin' it |
| The rest of 'em sniff the cocaine, high off that yellow shit |
| Young niggas already got they mind made up |
| Nigga fuck with one of they boys, they get sprayed up |
| A lot of these children don’t have A/C in they house |
| Cockroaches crawlin' all over the wall and they couch |
| Little mites runnin' through the kitchen lookin' for crumbs |
| While they mom hittin' that glass up in the bathroom |
| Everyday you see a fight or shootout for a minute |
| It ain’t the projects, it’s the niggas that’s up in it |
| Man, half of these motherfuckers ain’t even from 'round here |
| If they didn’t have that work, they would never come 'round here |
| And when they come they draw all the heat with 'em |
| Lookin' for some niggas to get in the beef with 'em |
| You better know that me and Wayne want the cash, or we bustin' ass |
| …soon as I get out of my Jag with a gun a mask |
| Now play it how you say it — I bet ya won’t, bitch |
| I’ll have you leakin' from your head when I take (?) |
| What you want, huh? |
| Boy, that weed or that coke? |
| I don’t know what the fuck you on, but you about to get smoked |
| I’ll bring it to your front door right up on your porch |
| Until your bitches tell me, «Juvie, we ain’t beefin' no more.» |
| Now, where the dope at? |
| Paraphernalia? |
| Give me twenty ki’s before I kill ya |
| Don’t be makin' noise, nigga — shut the fuck up |
| You know where the dope at — now get the fuck up |
| Bring me straight to it — don’t be tryin' to act crazy |
| I want her — I need her, ya know — that’s my old lady |
| I’m doin' bad, and my nerves bad with it |
| I’m lookin' at your melon right now, and I wanna split it |