Текст (слова) песни: Nappy Roots - Dime, Quarter, Nickel, Penny

 
[Skinny DeVille] 
I broke a dollar down the gutter (?) the dime, quarter, penny, nickel 
Flipped the 25 to 50 cent, now watch the bitch triple 
Game simple, ya here today, tomorrow ya ain`t 
Now who the hell gon` save it right 
That ain`t gon` change the way you think 
I took a buck fifty, ballin on a budget, bought a Dutch 
Quickly spilled it and I stuffed it with that chunky from Kentucky 
Man that blunt did it, sour then McDonald`s make the world pick 
(If any nigga got it) Shit Skinny finna get it 
(Get it) While it`s gettin good and hold it for a minute 
Let that shit bubble, weigh it up and chop it when it`s finished 
(We gon` drop it when it`s finished) for some dollars and some pennies 
Like a dime relentless, Nappy niggaz all about the Benji`s 
(Benji?) Not the dog naw, we`re talkin bout the dead prez 
Slaw, with the hog mall, chicken wing and fed bread 
Dough like the cash flow, finna keep my fo-cus 
Spinnin like a twenty picture Skinny in a cold pit 
(Spinnin like a twenty picture Skinny in a cold pit?) 
Boy yeain`t know that money make the world go 
Hustle up them pennies, now full force real slow 
 
[Chorus] 
[Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny 
[Skinny] Damn, ain`t it funny how we all about the Benji`s? 
[Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny 
[Scales] Won`t you give me a dollar since ya got so many 
[Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny 
[Skinny] Damn, ain`t it funny how we all about the Benji`s? 
[Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny 
[Scales] Won`t you give me a dollar since ya got so many 
 
[B. Stille] 
(Whatchu want man?) 
(?) said a hundred for that 
Super happiness, a blunt and a sack 
Who could we feel like this, I don`t need no crack 
Weed smoke comin out the front of the `Lac (chrome) 
Gun in the lap and a gun in the back 
Come to realize we was goin that fast 
I blink my eyes, follow runnin my tags (get out the car) 
Next time I travel somewhere dirty I`ma come in a cab 
 
[Scales] 
I can`t knock all the rocks you rock 
How I`ma cop all them yachts ya got? 
You get props on the bop-she-bop 
Let`s keep it all the way Nappy, when you hot you HOT! 
Burn up a dime, sell a nickel at the corner 
Throw a penny in the jukebox, damn it`s outta order 
Spinnin air, fumes blowin, silver spoons (Rick Shroeder) 
The dollar value gets shorter as you get older 
 Hey come here for a minute 
 Don`t tell nobody I told you but uh... 
The dollar value gets shorter as you get older 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[R. Prophit] 
Aww, y`all boys done up and done it, spun it, flaunt it 
Jump my motorbike doin about a hundred, one gun and I`m blunted 
Everybody fend for they self - they tell me strong-arm 
while it`s only ten on the shelf (watch out! watch out!) 
Like this, Galloping Ghost flow ferocious 
Break down bones like osteoperosis (ohh!) 
Prophit`s in a coma, back stuffed with explosives 
Postage to the White House, fuck all that bullshit 
It`s kinda funny, everybody love money to death 
Not that, 3% control America`s wealth 
Need some help? Look at yourself, sure ya do 
Y`all feel like "fuck the world?" me too 
(?), can`t get rich being complacent 
Know ya gotta rebel when ya can`t make a payment 
Water like ice cubes for big faces 
Face it, we`re livin with racists, outrageous 
Wild, host-ile, shake up stages, contagious 
Young baby don`t have patience, what my name is? 
R. Prophit (yes sir?) sing the cadence 
 
[Chorus] 
 
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny... 
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny... 
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny...
 

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