Dime, Quarter, Nickel Lyrics - Nappy Roots

[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 

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 

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...