[Skinny DeVille]
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I broke a dollar down the gutter (?) the dime, quarter, penny, nickel
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Flipped the 25 to 50 cent, now watch the bitch triple
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Game simple, ya here today, tomorrow ya ain't
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Now who the hell gon' save it right
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That ain't gon' change the way you think
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I took a buck fifty, ballin on a budget, bought a Dutch
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Quickly spilled it and I stuffed it with that chunky from Kentucky
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Man that blunt did it, sour then McDonald's make the world pick
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(If any nigga got it) Shit Skinny finna get it
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(Get it) While it's gettin good and hold it for a minute
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Let that shit bubble, weigh it up and chop it when it's finished
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(We gon' drop it when it's finished) for some dollars and some pennies
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Like a dime relentless, Nappy niggaz all about the Benji's
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(Benji?) Not the dog naw, we're talkin bout the dead prez
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Slaw, with the hog mall, chicken wing and fed bread
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Dough like the cash flow, finna keep my fo-cus
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Spinnin like a twenty picture Skinny in a cold pit
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(Spinnin like a twenty picture Skinny in a cold pit?)
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Boy yeain't know that money make the world go
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Hustlin for pennies, nine-four for it real slow
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[Chorus]
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[Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
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[Skinny] Damn, ain't it funny how we all about the Benji's?
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[Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
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[Scales] Won't you give me a dollar since ya got so many
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[Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
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[Skinny] Damn, ain't it funny how we all about the Benji's?
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[Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
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[Scales] Won't you give me a dollar since ya got so many
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[B. Stille]
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(Whatchu want man?)
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(?) said a hundred for that
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Super happiness, a blunt and a sack
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Who could we feel like this, I don't need no crack
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Weed smoke comin out the front of the 'Lac (chrome)
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Gun in the lap and a gun in the back
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Come to realize we was goin that fast
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I blink my eyes, follow runnin my tags (get out the car)
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Next time I travel somewhere dirty I'ma come in a cab
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[Scales]
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I can't knock all the rocks you rock
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How I'ma cop all them yachts ya got?
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You get props on the bop-she-bop
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Let's keep it all the way Nappy, when you hot you HOT!
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Burn up a dime, sell a nickel at the corner
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Throw a penny in the jukebox, damn it's outta order
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Spinnin air, fumes blowin, silver spoons (Rick Shroeder)
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The dollar value gets shorter as you get older
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Hey come here for a minute
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Don't tell nobody I told you but uh...
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The dollar value gets shorter as you get older
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[Chorus]
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[R. Prophit]
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Aww, y'all boys done up and done it, spun it, flaunt it
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Jump my motorbike doin about a hundred, one gun and I'm blunted
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Everybody fend for they self - they tell me strong-arm
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while it's only ten on the shelf (watch out! watch out!)
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Like this, Galloping Ghost flow ferocious
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Break down bones like osteoperosis (ohh!)
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Prophit's in a coma, back stuffed with explosives
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Postage to the White House, fuck all that bullshit
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It's kinda funny, everybody love money to death
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Not that, 3% control America's wealth
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Need some help? Look at yourself, sure ya do
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Y'all feel like "fuck the world?" me too
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(?), can't get rich being complacent
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Know ya gotta rebel when ya can't make a payment
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Water like ice cubes for big faces
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Face it, we're livin with racists, outrageous
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Wild, host-ile, shake up stages, contagious
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Young baby don't have patience, what my name is?
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R. Prophit (yes sir?) sing the cadence
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[Chorus]
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Dime, quarter, nickel, penny...
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Dime, quarter, nickel, penny...
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Dime, quarter, nickel, penny...
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Dime, Quarter, Nickel, Penny
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