King Pin Dream Lyrics - Mack 10

[Talking] 

Gangsta? (haha!, what?) 

Mikkey Finest (fa sho`) 

Ah King Pin`s Dream 

Mack 10, Inglewood 

I`m nigga Mikkey 

Chi-Town, Birdman [*Laughs*] 

Listen, Whatcha got nigga?... 

[Mikkey] 

I got a trouble find bitches in the kitchen and they cooking it row 

Realisting feams like stitches with the hooker in they chow 

Fuck the law, man - I`m known for cooking it row 

Til the cops just chill - I got something for y`all 

I got a Bentley and the Hummer and they sittin on `em daters 

I got a hot power lawyer with the million retater 

Douth-South, Westside - man, I own my city 

Got judges on my pay roll like they own the nigga 

It`s a professional with my game, I ball with the best 

Birdman, Down-South - Mack 10 out West 

Fuck with my money, put to put the mack to yo` chest 

Want war? I take it there - or rather tattooed to there 

See them Cash Money niggas - how can I iced like `em 

Cooking coke from the pill-up, it`s got a prices like `em 

You know a nigga Whoopise - I got a wife like him 

You heard a Micheal Jordan right! - I got a life like him 

I`ma mothafuckin hustla - y`all know the game 

Chi-Town Mikkey Flow - y`all know my name 

Game is risky but a nigga rather died the fame 

and live life - broken hungry out here, cracking for bread 

[Chorus: x 2] 

It`s a King Pin`s Dream - coke and feminines 

Belley`s on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams 

So, busting out the scene - guns, scopes and beems 

But the thing about it dream - it ain`t all watta seem 

[Mack 10] 

(Yo, yo, yo) 

When it comes to drugs - these reppers ain`t get none but fo` 

Ohhh square ass nigga and full of brains are sold 

I Know `em Feds is on heat but I don`t give a fuck 

I`m so deep in the game it`s like my name is stuck 

From crack, more then likey is a suggestion of sell 

I gives a fuck - who ya breaking and disso skell 

I live life like a King Pin weed but raw 

I`m the richest gang living them niggas ever saw 

I with ya belly from Toyota with the biggest and baking soda 

Pirates po`s full of peppers and crack folders 

I`ma dope dealer - and I got coke scrilla 

My whole crew can sit to at x-cons and killas 

and my bitches is falls who bomb, head and coochie 

Rockin props, the fades - the letto pump boochie 

First statis, rock rolo - when I came to the door? 

and now it`s Bentleys, Mansions and meats to the floor 

Kickin gears on Parley`s, while the straight pipe screen 

and I had a block on lock - since I was fifteen 

Mack Sapranos - the most of unforgiven 

and fuck a job, cause dope money is how I`m living 

[Chorus: x 2] 

It`s a King Pin`s Dream - coke and feminines 

Belley`s on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams 

So, busting out the scene - guns, scopes and beems 

But the thing about it dream - it ain`t all watta seem 

[Baby] 

(Fa sho`, fucked up, look) 

My homey got marries - so, you know we ain't slipping 

Two hoes, two Bentleys - you know we ain`t dipping 

Lifestyle, drug dealing - you know we ain`t trippin 

Got killas on the row - you know we ain`t slipping 

Tote trucks full of bricks - you know we ain`t chickens 

New cars, pretty broads - you know we been pimpin 

Bitch stars, body bars - we hitting and missing 

Big cars, superstars - cause wheels gon` spinning 

Pretty honeys, bug stunt - cause the money we spending 

Planty bitchs and warehouse - tinning piece for chicken 

Riot guns shoot `em up - for this life that I`m living 

PO partners doin time - cause my homeboy miss me 

The Feds, big trippin - cause they failed me to get me 

Mack 10 re-shout - til ya homey my nigga 

King Pin, Big Tymin - drug dealing my nigga 

Transport and cocaine - and statelines my nigga 

[Chorus: x 2] 

It`s a King Pin`s Dream - coke and feminines 

Belley`s on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams 

So, busting out the scene - guns, scopes and beems 

But the thing about it dream - it ain`t all watta seem 

[Over chorus talking] 

Hmm, hmm, hmm...uh-huh, uh-huh, fa sho` nigga 

oh yeah... uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh 

Uh-uh, uh-uh, fa sho`, look here 

[Baby {talking}] 

This is y`all Ol` Tymers niggas, y`all know H-dash play, right! 

The liquor is a lifestyle of a drug dealing nigga, y`understand 

It ain`t Twenty-two`s is more it`s twenty-five`s nigga, what? 

Even chicken from the hood - to the mothafuckin living ride 

Y`knowwhatI`msayin, getcha nigga, come in my project see my crib nigga 

We got loadin .14, for sashie, all the best up and the best nigga 

It ain`t none gon` stop my nigga... 

We cooking bricks in the kitchen my nigga, y`understand 

Don`t come outside stunt boy.. unless you got it right boy 

Ya know what I`m sayin`, Cash Money Hot Boy... and we doin` this nigga 

Life, life, hot, hot, we got this (hot, hot) we got this (hot, hot) 

WE got this (hot, hot) we on fire, don`t fuck...