King Pin Dream

[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...