Rover Truck lyrics

Artist  : Juvenile 
Song : Rover Truck



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 [Juvenile] 

I'ma 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 hoe 

And break the bit*hes up - run 'em in the cut 

I don't give a f**k - 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 

àAnd get it how I live 

Keep it how it is 

Make a nigga cents 

Take a nigga bit*h 

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'ma 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 


[Hook 2x (Juvenile)] 

Baby, let me get the keys to that Rover Truck 

Man, let me get this beef sh*t over, bruh 

Ain't no bit*hes here up in Magnolia, bruh 

Bust your big head is what was told to us 


[Juvenile] 

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 sh*t in they van, some of
'em sellin' it 

The rest of 'em sniff the cocaine, high off that
yellow sh*t 

Young niggas already got they mind made up 
 

Nigga f**k 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 crums 

While they mom hittin' they (?) 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 motherf**kers 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 


[Hook 2x [Juvenile]) 


[Juvenile] 

You better know that me and Wayne want the cash,
or we bustin' as* 

àsoon as I get out of my Jag with a gun a mask 

Now play it how you say it - I bet ya won't,
bit*h 

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 f**k you on, but you about
to get smoked 

I'll bring it to your front door right up on your
porch 

Until your bit*hes 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 f**k up 

You know where the dope at - now shut the f**k 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 


[Hook 2x (Juvenile)]