Busta Rhymes — Truck Volume (Genesis 2001)

Текст песни: Truck Volume (Genesis 2001)

Truck Volume Lyrics[Intro]
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Turn my music up! (c'mon!)
Turn my music up! (c'mon!)
Truck shit now! (c'mon!)
Truck shit now! (c'mon!)
Truck shit now! (c'mon!)
Trunk shit now! (c'mon!)
Turn my music up! (uhh!)
Turn my music up! (uhh!)
Truck shit down! (c'mon!)
Live think a bully for brass-knuckle wrapped shit now
Check it out now!
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, re-lax that shit you talk
Before I sick my bitch on you that'll bounce with your dick on a fork
I'll bring a bigger storm to calm your clouds
I own a couple things; I even own a farm with cows
I own the moment when my niggas run deep through crowds
Like how a pregnant woman breast milk leak through her blouse
A lot of niggas like to wish on a star
Don't give a fuck who you are
I know some niggas that'll piss on your car *pshhhh*
Now see, every time we step in a place
I give y'all niggas shit that put a foul look on your face
And rob ice like I was never more able
Don't drink coffee 'cos my diamond be cutting the glass on the table
Hey, I be the lost, found tribe of Shabazz
Blast niggas then I plant another bomb in your ass
And then I put my students all in a class
To clear my rulership
And make y'all niggas fucked up doin' the math

[Pre-Hook]
One time now! (c'mon!)
Truck shit now! (c'mon!)
Truck shit now! (c'mon!)
Turn my music up! (c'mon!)
Turn my music up! (uhh!)
Truck shit now! (c'mon!)
Truck volume! (c'mon!)
Truck volume! (c'mon!)
[Hook]
I know ya-wanna-get up-on it
Let me-show ya- how we do
Every-time we-drop that-shit you
Know we-put it-down for you

Hey, hey!

[Verse 2]
How many times you gon' crush down somethin'
You need to change your name up, to Bus-A-Bus down somethin'
You fuckin' with the highest my nigga
Tryin' to fuck with the giants, might as well call me Goliath my nigga
C'mon, drop hot shit on the spot; sop it up with a mop
Before the hungry come and shop on your block
I know some niggas that'd love to blood suck you all
A thing of the past, because them niggas stuck you all
One shot bust 'nd the same bullet, struck you all
And when they bounce you hear voices screamin' "FUCK YOU ALL"
Gathered up about a thousand young bucks who brawl
As decoys, in case they needed to duck you all
That's why you better move tight with your clique
Niggas be thirsty and quick
Just to be off into the night with your shit
C'mon! We keep it street to give a damn who you are
Make niggas wild, and bitches spread, and put they hands on the car
Now let me frisk 'em, and shake they asses down to the floor
One dude wonderin', "What them niggas is poundin' me for?
What them niggas grillin'? What them niggas houndin' me for?"
Before the poundin', "What them niggas was surroundin' me for?"
Well let me tell you what the fuck we was surroundin' you for
We came to get you once but now I come to get you for more
And while they gettin' got, niggas drinkin' ten-dollar-hennies a shot
Gettin' drunk and wil'in' out in the spot
[Pre-Hook]
What the fuck now! (c'mon!)
Truck shit now! (c'mon!)
Truck shit now! (c'mon!)
Turn my music up! (c'mon!)
Turn my music up! (uhh!)
Hot shit now! (c'mon!)
Street shit now! (c'mon!)
Truck volume! (c'mon!)

[Hook]
I know ya-wanna-get up-on it
Let me-show ya- how we do
Every-time we-drop that-shit you
Know we-put it-down for you
I know ya-wanna-get up-on it
Let me-show ya- how we do
Every-time we-drop that-shit you
Know we-put it-down for you

Hey, hey!