Grip Grand A Penny Lyrics

"A Penny"
Written by Grip Grand/G. Winogrond for Broakland Music
and Richie Cunning/R. Lipton for Son of the City Music,
ASCAP
Produced by DJ Flip and Freezemaster Slick for Verbal
Tea, ASCAP

(Adlibs)

Verse 1 (Grip Grand):
A penny for my thoughts? Keep the change.
I'll still take it back (Way back!) like the last time
my beeper rang.
Tell U2 the sweetest thing
Is when I get smart with the rhyme and start shinin'
like Stephen King.
We hijackin' for a penny and
Plus take 'em out like the third-row seats in a
minivan.
It's a scam, if I make the call—
Finally got a piece of the pie, but I was starvin' so I
ate it all.
I ain't involved with your pettiness.
The B is a shark-tank, and Grip is all teeth like Tom
Petty is.
I'm armed and ready 'cuz I won't back down,
And this is the real West—we True Grit, you Brokeback
Mountain.
Go back to Suckertown, off with your crown!
I fought the law, left 'em in the streets, "Officer
down!"
Walkin' around like we own the place, but we don't own
shit.
Tell these labels that they don't own Grip!

Chorus:
I need a penny!
A penny if you want my two cents,
Give me a penny!
A penny for my overdue rent,
I need a penny!
A penny is the price I got
For my blueprint, two cents, twice as hot!
(Repeat)

Verse 2 (Richie Cunning):
A-yo, a penny for my thoughts, I'll open up my dome
And sell you a hundred and fifty so I can catch a bus
home.
Matter of fact, if you wanna get philosophical,
I talk for a profit and chop it up until my pocket's
full.
'Cuz I been sittin' on a couple of things,
Straight strugglin' with this life and all the trouble
it brings.
I got enough thoughts to last
A millennium and plenty of 'em only cost a penny if you cross my path.
You know I can't be sharin' my songs.
I'm tryin' to make more than a penny so that I can take
care of my moms.
(For real!)
I remember bein' a toddler,
And pops would tell me to keep a copper in my pocket
like a mobster.
I wander streets sippin' a bottle of stout,
Thinkin' million dollar thoughts but I keep tossin' 'em
out.
So call me the big spender. Yo, I hope they remember
this
When I end up penniless and forgotten about.
Gimme your money!

(Chorus)

Verse 3 (Grip Grand):
Yo! A penny for your thoughts?
That's a bum deal, as anyone will
Tell you who's livin' in the jungle.
Welcome to Bumville. We try to get this money, but
still
It's only until some villain vics you for your bundle.
Did I m-mumble?
The B is where I hang my chapeau.
It ain't a castle—on the other hand, I ain't an
asshole.
I guess it works out.
Tell Flip I'm tryin' to get this verse out.
I love a free beat, because I'm cheap-cheap like a
birdhouse.
You know it's Broakland,
Where businesses is always closin'.
Why you suppose then
The liquor store is always open?
I'm always frozen, and I don't mean like all these
diamonds.
It's always cold and
My rap's hot, so I'm always rhymin'.
Hotter than hot now.
I'm rappin' while I'm actin' hostile.
I'm really not now—I'm cool, calm, and collected like
I'm Moscow.
You lost out, so now you wanna call the cops out?
Call it a cop out…
Jaw droppin', so call it a knockout!
Here's a penny!

(Chorus)

Outro:
I need a penny!
What?
I need a penny!
What what?
A penny!
What?
Gimme a penny!
What?
(repeat)