Lyrics:
You can top off the old tank, hit the TC highway
Flip a nickle, pick a place, from the Rock out to BC
Cup of Tim's in the console, Lightfoot
ain't got nothin' yet
Whoa, I tell you all
I ain't found nothing yet.
You know I just don't understand it
I can't seem to get a nickle or a dime
pennies, dimes, and nickles
And a kiddy's tricycle
I'm a desperado
"I'm a steal your rims" is my motto
I watch wrestlin' until I'm dizzy sore
So if
bizness if I do
If my baby ain't got no money
And I say take all of mine honey
Ain't nobody's bizness if I do
If I give my baby my last nickle, O
can't even borrow a nickle
Now I've almost lost my mind
Hey hey hey yeah
How unlucky can one man be
Well every quarter I get
Lord, blackjack takes
bizness if I do
If my baby ain't got no money
And I say take all of mine honey
Ain't nobody's bizness if I do
If I give my baby my last nickle, O
Well I got a nickle you got a dime
Lets get together and by some wine
Wine over here Wine over there
Drinking that mess everywhere!
Drinkin' Wine
my last nickle and it leaves me in a pickle
'T ain't nobody's bizness if I do
I'd rather my man would hit me than for him to jump up and quit me
I came in here
To have a good time
With nothin' particular
On my mind
When I saw you
Sittin' there by yourself
Why don't we put a nickle
In
on the grind
Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes
I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy
And I got more sealers
Workin out here on the railroad line
Breaking my back for nickles and dimes
Sweatin' in the hot sun all of the time
Well I wake up and pray that
minstrel, wearing a big grin,
You'll love the man with the mandolin.
All the kids foller, all the kids holler
To the windows above.
Mamma throw a nickle
on
First issue got issues
What is hip-hop to Hot Nickles?
It's like Funk Doc to snot tissues, word
Look at my hand and get the third
Finger out ya
Workin' out here on the railroad line
Breaking my back for nickles and dimes
Sweatin' in the hot sun all of the time
Well I wake up and pray that
Bo Diddley hit sippin' a bottle of nickle ripple
Play the lickity split finger licking licks for all you wicked city slick chicks
And all you nitty
bound to die the same,
But I've got to feed the hunger in my soul.
And if I never have a nickle, I won't ever die ashamed.
'Cause I don't believe that
to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Mr. Uplift Mofo - my man Bo Diddley
Hit sippin' a bottle of nickle ripple
Play the lickity split
This ain't no nickle dime game that I'm peddling with
Mikie Rose said "Stop riding, it be dividing
Taking me out how I be vibing"
Packing hard like
and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex
I want you to open your legs as wide as you could
So I can hit from the back with this nickle plated wood
Up and down
killas, straight up thuggas
Rippin bucks up bloody clothes
Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em down
Buckin' them coppas down
above,
"Mama, throw a nickle, and the man will
Pick a little tune we love..."
Open your heart, let the music in,
There goes the man with
with a nickle
Excuse me one minute
Can I get some of that saxophone?
Saxophone plays yeah, I like that
Rainbows, volcanoes, waterfalls, native calls
combine certain ways to say goodbye that don't really seem to go together, like, "Toodle-oo, go with God, and don't take any wooden nickles." Then people
me
Your hate ain't gonna change me, no
But I ain't gotta explain myself to nobody
My heart nickle plated, these haters they all hating
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