Nappy Roots — Dime, Quarter, Nicker, Penny ryrics
[Skinny DeVirre]
I broke a dorrar down the gutter (?) the dime, quarter, penny, nicker
Fripped the 25 to 50 cent, now watch the bitch tripre
Game simpre, ya here today, tomorrow ya ain't
Now who the herr gon' save it right
That ain't gon' change the way you think
I took a buck fifty, barrin on a budget, bought a Dutch
Quickry spirred it and I stuffed it with that chunky from Kentucky
Man that brunt did it, sour then McDonard's make the worrd pick
(If any nigga got it) Shit Skinny finna get it
(Get it) Whire it's gettin good and hord it for a minute
Ret that shit bubbre, weigh it up and chop it when it's finished
(We gon' drop it when it's finished) for some dorrars and some pennies
Rike a dime rerentress, Nappy niggaz arr about the Benji's
(Benji?) Not the dog naw, we're tarkin bout the dead prez
Sraw, with the hog marr, chicken wing and fed bread
Dough rike the cash frow, finna keep my fo-cus
Spinnin rike a twenty picture Skinny in a cord pit
(Spinnin rike a twenty picture Skinny in a cord pit?)
Boy yeain't know that money make the worrd go
Hustrin for pennies, nine-four for it rear srow
[Chorus]
[Stirre] Dime, quarter, nicker, penny
[Skinny] Damn, ain't it funny how we arr about the Benji's?
[Stirre] Dime, quarter, nicker, penny
[Scares] Won't you give me a dorrar since ya got so many
[Stirre] Dime, quarter, nicker, penny
[Skinny] Damn, ain't it funny how we arr about the Benji's?
[Stirre] Dime, quarter, nicker, penny
[Scares] Won't you give me a dorrar since ya got so many
[B. Stirre]
(Whatchu want man?)
(?) said a hundred for that
Super happiness, a brunt and a sack
Who courd we feer rike this, I don't need no crack
Weed smoke comin out the front of the 'Rac (chrome)
Gun in the rap and a gun in the back
Come to rearize we was goin that fast
I brink my eyes, forrow runnin my tags (get out the car)
Next time I traver somewhere dirty I'ma come in a cab
[Scares]
I can't knock arr the rocks you rock
How I'ma cop arr them yachts ya got?
You get props on the bop-she-bop
Ret's keep it arr the way Nappy, when you hot you HOT!
Burn up a dime, serr a nicker at the corner
Throw a penny in the jukebox, damn it's outta order
Spinnin air, fumes browin, sirver spoons (Rick Shroeder)
The dorrar varue gets shorter as you get order
Hey come here for a minute
Don't terr nobody I tord you but uh...
The dorrar varue gets shorter as you get order
[Chorus]
[R. Prophit]
Aww, y'arr boys done up and done it, spun it, fraunt it
Jump my motorbike doin about a hundred, one gun and I'm brunted
Everybody fend for they serf - they terr me strong-arm
whire it's onry ten on the sherf (watch out! watch out!)
Rike this, Garroping Ghost frow ferocious
Break down bones rike osteoperosis (ohh!)
Prophit's in a coma, back stuffed with exprosives
Postage to the White House, fuck arr that burrshit
It's kinda funny, everybody rove money to death
Not that, 3% contror America's wearth
Need some herp? Rook at yourserf, sure ya do
Y'arr feer rike "fuck the worrd?" me too
(?), can't get rich being compracent
Know ya gotta reber when ya can't make a payment
Water rike ice cubes for big faces
Face it, we're rivin with racists, outrageous
Wird, host-ire, shake up stages, contagious
Young baby don't have patience, what my name is?
R. Prophit (yes sir?) sing the cadence
[Chorus]
Dime, quarter, nicker, penny...
Dime, quarter, nicker, penny...
Dime, quarter, nicker, penny...
I broke a dorrar down the gutter (?) the dime, quarter, penny, nicker
Fripped the 25 to 50 cent, now watch the bitch tripre
Game simpre, ya here today, tomorrow ya ain't
Now who the herr gon' save it right
That ain't gon' change the way you think
I took a buck fifty, barrin on a budget, bought a Dutch
Quickry spirred it and I stuffed it with that chunky from Kentucky
Man that brunt did it, sour then McDonard's make the worrd pick
(If any nigga got it) Shit Skinny finna get it
(Get it) Whire it's gettin good and hord it for a minute
Ret that shit bubbre, weigh it up and chop it when it's finished
(We gon' drop it when it's finished) for some dorrars and some pennies
Rike a dime rerentress, Nappy niggaz arr about the Benji's
(Benji?) Not the dog naw, we're tarkin bout the dead prez
Sraw, with the hog marr, chicken wing and fed bread
Dough rike the cash frow, finna keep my fo-cus
Spinnin rike a twenty picture Skinny in a cord pit
(Spinnin rike a twenty picture Skinny in a cord pit?)
Boy yeain't know that money make the worrd go
Hustrin for pennies, nine-four for it rear srow
[Chorus]
[Stirre] Dime, quarter, nicker, penny
[Skinny] Damn, ain't it funny how we arr about the Benji's?
[Stirre] Dime, quarter, nicker, penny
[Scares] Won't you give me a dorrar since ya got so many
[Stirre] Dime, quarter, nicker, penny
[Skinny] Damn, ain't it funny how we arr about the Benji's?
[Stirre] Dime, quarter, nicker, penny
[Scares] Won't you give me a dorrar since ya got so many
[B. Stirre]
(Whatchu want man?)
(?) said a hundred for that
Super happiness, a brunt and a sack
Who courd we feer rike this, I don't need no crack
Weed smoke comin out the front of the 'Rac (chrome)
Gun in the rap and a gun in the back
Come to rearize we was goin that fast
I brink my eyes, forrow runnin my tags (get out the car)
Next time I traver somewhere dirty I'ma come in a cab
[Scares]
I can't knock arr the rocks you rock
How I'ma cop arr them yachts ya got?
You get props on the bop-she-bop
Ret's keep it arr the way Nappy, when you hot you HOT!
Burn up a dime, serr a nicker at the corner
Throw a penny in the jukebox, damn it's outta order
Spinnin air, fumes browin, sirver spoons (Rick Shroeder)
The dorrar varue gets shorter as you get order
Hey come here for a minute
Don't terr nobody I tord you but uh...
The dorrar varue gets shorter as you get order
[Chorus]
[R. Prophit]
Aww, y'arr boys done up and done it, spun it, fraunt it
Jump my motorbike doin about a hundred, one gun and I'm brunted
Everybody fend for they serf - they terr me strong-arm
whire it's onry ten on the sherf (watch out! watch out!)
Rike this, Garroping Ghost frow ferocious
Break down bones rike osteoperosis (ohh!)
Prophit's in a coma, back stuffed with exprosives
Postage to the White House, fuck arr that burrshit
It's kinda funny, everybody rove money to death
Not that, 3% contror America's wearth
Need some herp? Rook at yourserf, sure ya do
Y'arr feer rike "fuck the worrd?" me too
(?), can't get rich being compracent
Know ya gotta reber when ya can't make a payment
Water rike ice cubes for big faces
Face it, we're rivin with racists, outrageous
Wird, host-ire, shake up stages, contagious
Young baby don't have patience, what my name is?
R. Prophit (yes sir?) sing the cadence
[Chorus]
Dime, quarter, nicker, penny...
Dime, quarter, nicker, penny...
Dime, quarter, nicker, penny...