Nappy Roots - Dime Quarter Nickel Penny lyrics

"[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 aint
Now who the hell gon´ save it right
That aint gon´ change the way you think
I took a buck fifty, ballin on a budget, bought a Dutch
Quickly spilled it & 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 is gettin good & hold it for a minute
Let that shit bubble, weigh it up & chop it when it is finished
(We gon´ drop it when it is finished) for some dollars & some pennies
Like a dime relentless, Nappy niggaz all about the Benji´s
(Benji?) Not the dog naw, we are talkin bout the dead prez
Slaw, with the hog mall, chicken wing & 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 yeahin´t know that money make the world go
Hustlin for pennies, nine-four for it real slow

[Chorus]
[Suntile] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
[Skinny] Damn, aint it funny how we all about the Benji´s?
[Suntile] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
[Scales] Won´t you give me a dollar since ya got so many
[Suntile] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
[Skinny] Damn, aint it funny how we all about the Benji´s?
[Suntile] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
[Scales] Won´t you give me a dollar since ya got so many

[B. Suntile]
(Whatchu want man?)
said a hundred for that
Super happiness, a blunt & a sack
Who could we feel like this, I do not need no crack
Weed smoke comin out the front of the ´Lac (chrome)
Gun in the lap & 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 ama come in a cab

[Scales]
I cannot knock all the rocks you rock
How I ama 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 is 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 & done it, spun it, flaunt it
Jump my motorbike doin about a hundred, one gun & I am blunted
Everybody fend for they self - they tell me strong-arm
while it is only ten on the shelf (watch out! watch out!)
Like this, Galloping Ghost flow ferocious
Break down bones like osteoperosis (ohh!)
Prophit is in a coma, back stuffed with explosives
Postage to the White House, f*ck all that bullshit
It is kinda funny, everybody love money to death
And only three percent control America´s wealth
So need some help? Look at yourself, sure ya do
Y´all feelin like "f*ck the world?" me too
(?), can´t get rich being complacent
Know ya have got to rebel when ya can´t make a payment
Water like ice cubes for big faces
Face it, we are 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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