Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song King Pin Dream, artist - Mack 10. Album song Bang Or Ball, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
King Pin Dream |
| Ah King Pin’s Dream |
| Mack 10, Inglewood |
| I’m nigga Mikkey |
| Chi-Town, Birdman |
| Listen, Whatcha got nigga… |
| I got a trouble find bitches in the kitchen and they cooking it row |
| Realisting feams like stitches with the hook in they jaw |
| 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 |
| Southside, Westside — man, I own my city |
| Got judges on my pay roll like they own the nigga |
| International 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 — I got ice like 'em |
| Cooking coke from the pill-up, it’s got a prices like 'em |
| You know a nigga Will Smith — I got a wife like him |
| You heard of 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 |
| 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 |
| (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 a nigga stuck |
| From crack, more then likey is a suggestion of sell |
| I gives a fuck — who ya breaking and digital scale |
| 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 beakers and baking soda |
| Pirates po’s full of peppers and crack folders |
| I’ma dope dealer — and I got coke scrilla |
| My whole crew consists of ex-cons and killas |
| And my bitches is falls who bomb, head and coochie |
| Rockin Prada, 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 |
| 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 |
| (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 been 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 |
| Transportin' cocaine — and statelines my nigga |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Y’knowwhatI’msayin', 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… |