Pennies (The Updated Rosters Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Sir Michael Rocks and Chuck Inglish] I'm callin' tellin' y'all how I did it like Derrick Rose It's no sweat. Nigga, hang my coat up in the coat check The pinewood boatdeck shine when the sun hit it The waterproof finish? I ain't even wanna coach yet X2 [Verse 2 - Sir Michael Rocks and Chuck Inglish] With no stretchin' or the warm up drills I'm Jordan sweatsuit joggin', homie, guess who got 'em In them black number sevens with the Swiss cheese bottoms The Damon Stoudamire Blazer jersey is a problem B-A-S-F flag fives and I called it Like dog, psshh, when these come out Nothing to it, but to do it Just stirring the pot Stop, pop, jumpshot so sporty Yo, I tried being average, it's just not for me I told the lady, pour me another cup of the jungle juice See, I need one or two, starting five, coming soon Niggas spitting top five lines on the interlude [Hook - Mikey & Chuck] Kick it in the city when we in around town Next door neighbors telling us that it's too loud Now, neighbor, can you please just turn that mess down? This is the sound of throwing pennies on the ground [Verse 2 - Ludacris] Disturbing tha peace! That's what we do Surprise niggas Luda! Part two my speakers fine like wine Tryin' tell me turn 'em down? You out yo mothafuckin' mind Four fifteens, enough to make the glass break I hit a switch, the car strips and makes its ass shake Bass and treble good, need a little mid on it Your flow's trash, tell these niggas put a lid on it I get a hundred a verse, so put a bid on it Unless you're God or got a Cool Kid on it Then I might do it for free Cuz what these bitches do for them they might do it for me ha! Luda! I'm the captain of the spaceship Real hip-hop lives death to this fake shit And we hustle through recessions It's debates about the best I'm the answer, ain't no questions I'm rich and these junkies steady begging for a round Well this is the sound of throwing pennies on the ground [Verse 3 - Bun B] I got a pocket full of profit, and a wallet full of wonder (Wonder) A brain full of brawn, and a throat that's full of thunder. (Pause) The ground that be under, man, they know me as a king Make your head, (head), bells, and your cellphones ring Feel the sting as the 808 bang up out this air. When Faka' as I'm makin' major magic like I'm Earvin Johnson and Johnson baby powder fresh It's the trillest in the game, (game), right here in the flesh, nigga Yes. Think you fresher? Gotta tell ya' nigga, no. (No) My Jordan's number nine, and my chain is figaro. (Roll) See I got bigger rims, bigger speakers, bigger dough Not to mention when I flow, it's like I let the trigger go. (Whoa) I'm so sick with it. Better pass me the Tamiflu U-G-K for life, disrespect and I'll be damned, if you. (Uhh) We still too trill, so keep on wishing Bun-B, Ludacris and Cool Kids, we gone fishin' Let's go