Dolla Out of 15 Cents
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๐ Lyrics
Tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
How come when I was down you wasn't brown nosin'
See it's a fucked up life that I'm livin' in
I slang cola cause I didn't have no dividends
My baby mama stressin' she don't wanna slang dope
The ghetto's tryin' to kill me which way should I go
Now I'm on the corner takin' penitentiary chances
Even though there's marks on my turf that can't stand me
I think to myself, when should I leave
Too say fuck em' nigga till ya hit my weed
I guess I'm a G about my scrilla cause they bashin'
Crews know that P is quick to put em' in that casket
The game got me streesin' but the game gon' stress out
Even though the task just raid a nigga's house
Took a loss in the game tryin' to bubble up
Find the P deep in the grind slangin' dope fiends double ups
And pretty soon I'll be back to a whole thing
If I had to do it again I'd probably do the same thing
Man it ain't nothin' but a thang to let ya nuts hang
Cause in this game a million niggas tried to fuck the same thang
I know it be like on, on my block
Niggas must be on the cell while another's on the short stop
It won't stop and it won't quit
Tell me another quick way for a nigga to check a grip, shit
I'm kind of in a rush, it's kind of like a must
To get some, in God we trust
Bein' broke sure ain't no joke
I barely got enough money to buy me a whole loaf
Niggas be spendin' money like records
So I move from Mike Chester to Girbaud pocket
Cause a lesson is a nigga will shoot
No playin' hoops, he ain't gon' never see no signs or no quick loot
Dank costs ten and the drey costs five
So I gots have more in my pocket than a nickel and a dime, bitch
Gold fronts in my mouth, hella dope and got my bags tight
Bitches on my dick cause they know the P rags are tight
But I ain't trippin' off no hoochies with no lil' skirt
I'd rather deal with them turks, puttin' in work
They caught up in some dirt
Cause I'm the Ice Cream Man droppin' off hella loads
Vanilla, stawberry, cherry bitch I even got Rocky Road
Take yo pick, I know you dope fiends wanna lick
But that's gon' cost you twenty bones in case you wanna hit
I love you, you love me
But this ice cream don't go for free
It's a ten, twenty, fifty, hundred dollar sack or cone
And if you ain't spendin' bring yo broke ass on
Golds on my vehicle, fools they can't see me though
Tens for twenty, that's plenty meet me at the liquor store
Fiends want credit but cha' know I can't fade ya
When you get cha' cash together call me on my pager
I'm stressin' off the game, I barely gets sleep
I just had to bail my lil' partner last week
In and out of aves gettin' chased by the 5-0
Gettin' my hustle on, a way of survival
And if I get caught I got play
But I ain't goin' out without two stones to the head
How come when I was down you wasn't brown nosin'
See it's a fucked up life that I'm livin' in
I slang cola cause I didn't have no dividends
My baby mama stressin' she don't wanna slang dope
The ghetto's tryin' to kill me which way should I go
Now I'm on the corner takin' penitentiary chances
Even though there's marks on my turf that can't stand me
I think to myself, when should I leave
Too say fuck em' nigga till ya hit my weed
I guess I'm a G about my scrilla cause they bashin'
Crews know that P is quick to put em' in that casket
The game got me streesin' but the game gon' stress out
Even though the task just raid a nigga's house
Took a loss in the game tryin' to bubble up
Find the P deep in the grind slangin' dope fiends double ups
And pretty soon I'll be back to a whole thing
If I had to do it again I'd probably do the same thing
Man it ain't nothin' but a thang to let ya nuts hang
Cause in this game a million niggas tried to fuck the same thang
I know it be like on, on my block
Niggas must be on the cell while another's on the short stop
It won't stop and it won't quit
Tell me another quick way for a nigga to check a grip, shit
I'm kind of in a rush, it's kind of like a must
To get some, in God we trust
Bein' broke sure ain't no joke
I barely got enough money to buy me a whole loaf
Niggas be spendin' money like records
So I move from Mike Chester to Girbaud pocket
Cause a lesson is a nigga will shoot
No playin' hoops, he ain't gon' never see no signs or no quick loot
Dank costs ten and the drey costs five
So I gots have more in my pocket than a nickel and a dime, bitch
Gold fronts in my mouth, hella dope and got my bags tight
Bitches on my dick cause they know the P rags are tight
But I ain't trippin' off no hoochies with no lil' skirt
I'd rather deal with them turks, puttin' in work
They caught up in some dirt
Cause I'm the Ice Cream Man droppin' off hella loads
Vanilla, stawberry, cherry bitch I even got Rocky Road
Take yo pick, I know you dope fiends wanna lick
But that's gon' cost you twenty bones in case you wanna hit
I love you, you love me
But this ice cream don't go for free
It's a ten, twenty, fifty, hundred dollar sack or cone
And if you ain't spendin' bring yo broke ass on
Golds on my vehicle, fools they can't see me though
Tens for twenty, that's plenty meet me at the liquor store
Fiends want credit but cha' know I can't fade ya
When you get cha' cash together call me on my pager
I'm stressin' off the game, I barely gets sleep
I just had to bail my lil' partner last week
In and out of aves gettin' chased by the 5-0
Gettin' my hustle on, a way of survival
And if I get caught I got play
But I ain't goin' out without two stones to the head
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.69] Tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
[00:08.44] How come when I was down you wasn't brown nosin'
[00:24.70] See it's a fucked up life that I'm livin' in
[00:26.61] I slang cola cause I didn't have no dividends
[00:29.39] My baby mama stressin' she don't wanna slang dope
[00:32.01] The ghetto's tryin' to kill me which way should I go
[00:34.73] Now I'm on the corner takin' penitentiary chances
[00:37.51] Even though there's marks on my turf that can't stand me
[00:40.23] I think to myself, when should I leave
[00:43.05] Too say fuck em' nigga till ya hit my weed
[00:45.70] I guess I'm a G about my scrilla cause they bashin'
[00:48.42] Crews know that P is quick to put em' in that casket
[00:51.12] The game got me streesin' but the game gon' stress out
[00:53.85] Even though the task just raid a nigga's house
[00:57.52] Took a loss in the game tryin' to bubble up
[01:00.26] Find the P deep in the grind slangin' dope fiends double ups
[01:03.80] And pretty soon I'll be back to a whole thing
[01:05.80] If I had to do it again I'd probably do the same thing
[01:19.75] Man it ain't nothin' but a thang to let ya nuts hang
[01:22.48] Cause in this game a million niggas tried to fuck the same thang
[01:26.19] I know it be like on, on my block
[01:27.95] Niggas must be on the cell while another's on the short stop
[01:31.54] It won't stop and it won't quit
[01:33.34] Tell me another quick way for a nigga to check a grip, shit
[01:37.04] I'm kind of in a rush, it's kind of like a must
[01:39.74] To get some, in God we trust
[01:41.58] Bein' broke sure ain't no joke
[01:44.24] I barely got enough money to buy me a whole loaf
[01:47.91] Niggas be spendin' money like records
[01:49.77] So I move from Mike Chester to Girbaud pocket
[01:52.42] Cause a lesson is a nigga will shoot
[01:55.12] No playin' hoops, he ain't gon' never see no signs or no quick loot
[01:58.84] Dank costs ten and the drey costs five
[02:01.56] So I gots have more in my pocket than a nickel and a dime, bitch
[02:26.97] Gold fronts in my mouth, hella dope and got my bags tight
[02:29.79] Bitches on my dick cause they know the P rags are tight
[02:32.48] But I ain't trippin' off no hoochies with no lil' skirt
[02:34.22] I'd rather deal with them turks, puttin' in work
[02:36.02] They caught up in some dirt
[02:36.99] Cause I'm the Ice Cream Man droppin' off hella loads
[02:39.78] Vanilla, stawberry, cherry bitch I even got Rocky Road
[02:42.40] Take yo pick, I know you dope fiends wanna lick
[02:45.10] But that's gon' cost you twenty bones in case you wanna hit
[02:47.96] I love you, you love me
[02:50.63] But this ice cream don't go for free
[02:53.36] It's a ten, twenty, fifty, hundred dollar sack or cone
[02:56.12] And if you ain't spendin' bring yo broke ass on
[02:58.85] Golds on my vehicle, fools they can't see me though
[03:01.55] Tens for twenty, that's plenty meet me at the liquor store
[03:04.28] Fiends want credit but cha' know I can't fade ya
[03:06.97] When you get cha' cash together call me on my pager
[03:10.66] I'm stressin' off the game, I barely gets sleep
[03:12.47] I just had to bail my lil' partner last week
[03:15.16] In and out of aves gettin' chased by the 5-0
[03:17.92] Gettin' my hustle on, a way of survival
[03:21.51] And if I get caught I got play
[03:23.35] But I ain't goin' out without two stones to the head
[03:27.04]
[00:08.44] How come when I was down you wasn't brown nosin'
[00:24.70] See it's a fucked up life that I'm livin' in
[00:26.61] I slang cola cause I didn't have no dividends
[00:29.39] My baby mama stressin' she don't wanna slang dope
[00:32.01] The ghetto's tryin' to kill me which way should I go
[00:34.73] Now I'm on the corner takin' penitentiary chances
[00:37.51] Even though there's marks on my turf that can't stand me
[00:40.23] I think to myself, when should I leave
[00:43.05] Too say fuck em' nigga till ya hit my weed
[00:45.70] I guess I'm a G about my scrilla cause they bashin'
[00:48.42] Crews know that P is quick to put em' in that casket
[00:51.12] The game got me streesin' but the game gon' stress out
[00:53.85] Even though the task just raid a nigga's house
[00:57.52] Took a loss in the game tryin' to bubble up
[01:00.26] Find the P deep in the grind slangin' dope fiends double ups
[01:03.80] And pretty soon I'll be back to a whole thing
[01:05.80] If I had to do it again I'd probably do the same thing
[01:19.75] Man it ain't nothin' but a thang to let ya nuts hang
[01:22.48] Cause in this game a million niggas tried to fuck the same thang
[01:26.19] I know it be like on, on my block
[01:27.95] Niggas must be on the cell while another's on the short stop
[01:31.54] It won't stop and it won't quit
[01:33.34] Tell me another quick way for a nigga to check a grip, shit
[01:37.04] I'm kind of in a rush, it's kind of like a must
[01:39.74] To get some, in God we trust
[01:41.58] Bein' broke sure ain't no joke
[01:44.24] I barely got enough money to buy me a whole loaf
[01:47.91] Niggas be spendin' money like records
[01:49.77] So I move from Mike Chester to Girbaud pocket
[01:52.42] Cause a lesson is a nigga will shoot
[01:55.12] No playin' hoops, he ain't gon' never see no signs or no quick loot
[01:58.84] Dank costs ten and the drey costs five
[02:01.56] So I gots have more in my pocket than a nickel and a dime, bitch
[02:26.97] Gold fronts in my mouth, hella dope and got my bags tight
[02:29.79] Bitches on my dick cause they know the P rags are tight
[02:32.48] But I ain't trippin' off no hoochies with no lil' skirt
[02:34.22] I'd rather deal with them turks, puttin' in work
[02:36.02] They caught up in some dirt
[02:36.99] Cause I'm the Ice Cream Man droppin' off hella loads
[02:39.78] Vanilla, stawberry, cherry bitch I even got Rocky Road
[02:42.40] Take yo pick, I know you dope fiends wanna lick
[02:45.10] But that's gon' cost you twenty bones in case you wanna hit
[02:47.96] I love you, you love me
[02:50.63] But this ice cream don't go for free
[02:53.36] It's a ten, twenty, fifty, hundred dollar sack or cone
[02:56.12] And if you ain't spendin' bring yo broke ass on
[02:58.85] Golds on my vehicle, fools they can't see me though
[03:01.55] Tens for twenty, that's plenty meet me at the liquor store
[03:04.28] Fiends want credit but cha' know I can't fade ya
[03:06.97] When you get cha' cash together call me on my pager
[03:10.66] I'm stressin' off the game, I barely gets sleep
[03:12.47] I just had to bail my lil' partner last week
[03:15.16] In and out of aves gettin' chased by the 5-0
[03:17.92] Gettin' my hustle on, a way of survival
[03:21.51] And if I get caught I got play
[03:23.35] But I ain't goin' out without two stones to the head
[03:27.04]