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mack 10 - king pin dream lyrics

[talking]
gangsta? (haha!, what?)
mikkey finest (fa sho’)
ah king pin’s dream
mack 10, inglewood
i’m n-gg- mikkey
chi-town, birdman [-laughs-]
listen, whatcha got n-gg-?…

[mikkey]
i got a trouble find b-tches in the kitchen and they cooking it row
realisting feams like st-tches with the hooker in they chow
f-ck 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 n-gg-
it’s a professional with my game, i ball with the best
birdman, down-south – mack 10 out west
f-ck 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 n-gg-s – how can i iced like ’em
cooking c-ke from the pill-up, it’s got a prices like ’em
you know a n-gg- whoopise – i got a wife like him
you heard a micheal jordan right! – i got a life like him
i’ma mothaf-ckin hustla – y’all know the game
chi-town mikkey flow – y’all know my name
game is risky but a n-gg- rather died the fame
and live life – broken hungry out here, cracking for bread

[mikkey (chorus)] 2x
it’s a king pin’s dream – c-ke 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 -ss n-gg- and full of brains are sold
i know ’em feds is on heat but i don’t give a f-ck
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 f-ck – who ya breaking and disso skell
i live life like a king pin weed but raw
i’m the richest gang living them n-gg-s 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 c-ke scrilla
my whole crew can sit to at x-cons and killas
and my b-tches 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 f-ck a job, cause dope money is how i’m living

[baby]
(fa sho’, f-cked up, look)
my homey got marries – so, you know we aint 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
b-tch stars, body bars – we hitting and missing
big cars, superstars – cause wheels gon’ spinning
pretty honeys, bug stunt – cause the money we spending
planty b-tchs 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 n-gg-
king pin, big tymin – drug dealing my n-gg-
transport and cocaine – and statelines my n-gg-

[over chorus talking]
hmm, hmm, hmm…uh-huh, uh-huh, fa sho’ n-gg-
oh yeah… uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
uh-uh, uh-uh, fa sho’, look here

[baby {talking}]
this is y’all ol’ tymers n-gg-s, y’all know h-dash play, right!
the liquor is a lifestyle of a drug dealing n-gg-, y’understand
it ain’t twenty-two’s is more it’s twenty-five’s n-gg-, what?
even chicken from the hood – to the mothaf-ckin living ride
y’knowwhati’msayin, getcha n-gg-, come in my project see my crib n-gg-
we got loadin .14, for sashie, all the best up and the best n-gg-
it ain’t none gon’ stop my n-gg-..
we cooking bricks in the kitchen my n-gg-, y’understand
don’t come outside stunt boy.. unless you got it right boy
y’knowwhati’msayin’, cash money hot boy… and we doin’ this n-gg-
life, life, hot, hot, we got this (hot, hot) we got this (hot, hot)
we got this (hot, hot) we on fire, don’t f-ck…

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