เนื้อเพลง Truck Volume - Busta Rhymes

[BUSTA:]
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Turn my music up (C'MON)
Turn my music up (C'MON)
Truck sh*t now (C'MON)
Truck sh*t now (C'MON)
Truck sh*t now (C'MON)
Truck sh*t now (C'MON)
Turn my music up (UHH)
Turn my music up (UHH)
Truck sh*t now (C'MON)
Live n*gga bully foot brassed up on rap sh*t now.
Check it out now

[VERSE 1:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah re-lax that sh*t you talk
Before I sick my b*tch on you that'll bounce with your d*ck 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 n*ggas run deep through crowds
Like how a pregnant woman breast milk leek through her blouse
A lot of n*ggas like to wish on a star
don't give a f*ck who you are
I know some n*ggas that'll piss on your car
Now see, every time we step in a place
I give y'all n*ggas sh*t 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 "Jabas"
Bust n*ggas then I plant another bomb in your ass
And then I put my students all in a class
To clear my ruler ship
And make y'all n*ggas f*cked up doin' the math

[HOOK:]
One time now (C'MON)
Truck sh*t now (C'MON)
Truck sh*t now (C'MON)
Turn my music up (C'MON)
Turn my music up (UHH)
Truck sh*t now (C'MON)
Truck Volume (C'MON)
Truck volume (C'MON)

[CHORUS:]
I know ya-wanna-get up-on it
Let me-show ya- how we do
Every-time we-drop that-sh*t 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 f*ckin' with the highest my n*gga
Tryin' to f*ck with the giants, might as well call me Goliath my n*gga
C'mon, drop hot sh*t on the spot; sop it up with a mop
Before the hungry come and shop on your block
I know some n*ggas that'd love to blood s*ck you all
A thing of the past, because them n*ggas stuck you all
One shot bustin' the same bullet, struck you all
And when they bounce you hear voices screamin' "F*CK YOU ALL"
Gathered up about a thousand young ?box? who brawl
As decoys, in case they needed to duck you all
That's why you better move tight with your click
N*ggas be thirsty and quick
Just to be off into the night with your sh*t
C'MON, we keep it street to give a damn who you are
Make n*ggas wile, and b*tches 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 n*ggas is poundin' me for?
What them n*ggas grillin'? What them n*ggas houndin' me for?"
Before the poundin', "What them n*ggas was surroundin' me for?"
Well let me tell you what the f*ck we was surroundin' you for
We came to get you once but now I come to get you for more
And while they get and got, n*ggas drinkin' ten-dollar-henne a shot
Getting' drunk and wilin' out in the spot

[HOOK:]
What the f*ck now (C'MON)
Truck sh*t now (C'MON)
Truck sh*t now (C'MON)
Turn my music up (C'MON)
Turn my music up (UHH)
Hot sh*t now (C'MON)
Street sh*t now (C'MON)
Truck volume (C'MON)

[CHORUS x2]