[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...
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King Pin Dream Lyrics

Mack 10 – King Pin Dream Lyrics

Songwriters: Rolison, Dedrick D'Mon / Thomas, B. / Williams, Bryan / Nance, M.
King Pin Dream lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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