Nappy Roots

Nappy Roots - Dime Quarter Nickel Penny lyrics

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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
 Hustlin for pennies, nine-four for it 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
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Author: Brian Scott (2), Melvin Adams, Ryan Anthony, Troy Johnson (3), William Hughes

Composer: ?

Publisher: Atlantic Recording Corporation, WEA International Inc.

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Released in: 2002

Language: English

Appearing on: Watermelon, Chicken and Gritz (2002)

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