Dime, Quarter, Nickel, Penny
Исполнитель: NAPPY ROOTS
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Текст песни NAPPY ROOTS - Dime, Quarter, Nickel, Penny
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[Skinny DeVille]I broke a dollar down the gutter (?) the dime, quarter, penny, nickelFlipped the 25 to 50 cent, now watch the bitch tripleGame simple, ya here today, tomorrow ya ain'tNow who the hell gon' save it rightThat ain't gon' change the way you thinkI took a buck fifty, ballin on a budget, bought a Dutch( )<br />Quickly spilled it and I stuffed it with that chunky from KentuckyMan 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 minuteLet 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 penniesLike a dime relentless, Nappy niggaz all about the Benji's(Benji?) Not the dog naw, we're talkin bout the dead prezSlaw, with the hog mall, chicken wing and fed breadDough like the cash flow, finna keep my fo-cusSpinnin 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 goHustlin 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 thatSuper happiness, a blunt and a sackWho could we feel like this, I don't need no crackWeed smoke comin out the front of the 'Lac (chrome)Gun in the lap and a gun in the backCome to realize we was goin that fastI 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 rockHow I'ma cop all them yachts ya got?You get props on the bop-she-bopLet's keep it all the way Nappy, when you hot you HOT!Burn up a dime, sell a nickel at the cornerThrow a penny in the jukebox, damn it's outta orderSpinnin air, fumes blowin, silver spoons (Rick Shroeder)The dollar value gets shorter as you get olderHey come here for a minuteDon'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 itJump my motorbike doin about a hundred, one gun and I'm blunted