Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dime, Quarter, Nickel, Penny, artist - Nappy Roots. Album song Watermelon, Chicken & Gritz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.02.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Dime, Quarter, Nickel, Penny |
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 niggas 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 |
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny |
Damn, ain’t it funny how we all about the Benji’s? |
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny |
Won’t you give me a dollar since ya got so many |
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny |
Damn, ain’t it funny how we all about the Benji’s? |
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny |
Won’t you give me a dollar since ya got so many |
(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 |
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 |
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 |
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny… |
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny… |
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny… |