| Ah King Pin’s Dream
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| Mack 10, Inglewood
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| I’m nigga Mikkey
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| Chi-Town, Birdman
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| Listen, Whatcha got nigga…
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| I got a trouble find bitches in the kitchen and they cooking it row
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| Realisting feams like stitches with the hook in they jaw
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| Fuck the law, man — I’m known for cooking it row
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| Til the cops just chill — I got something for y’all
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| I got a Bentley and the Hummer and they sittin on 'em daters
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| I got a hot power lawyer with the million retater
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| Southside, Westside — man, I own my city
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| Got judges on my pay roll like they own the nigga
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| International with my game, I ball with the best
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| Birdman, down south — Mack 10 out West
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| Fuck with my money, put to put the mack to yo' chest
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| Want war? |
| I take it there — or rather tattooed to there
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| See them Cash Money niggas — I got ice like 'em
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| Cooking coke from the pill-up, it’s got a prices like 'em
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| You know a nigga Will Smith — I got a wife like him
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| You heard of Micheal Jordan right! |
| — I got a life like him
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| I’ma mothafuckin hustla — y’all know the game
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| Chi-Town Mikkey Flow — y’all know my name
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| Game is risky but a nigga rather died the fame
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| And live life — broken hungry out here, cracking for bread
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| It’s a King Pin’s Dream — coke and feminines
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| Belley’s on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams
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| So, busting out the scene — guns, scopes and beems
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| But the thing about it dream — it ain’t all watta seem
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| (yo, yo, yo)
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| When it comes to drugs — these reppers ain’t get none but fo'
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| Ohhh square ass nigga and full of brains are sold
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| I Know 'em Feds is on heat but I don’t give a fuck
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| I’m so deep in the game it’s like a nigga stuck
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| From crack, more then likey is a suggestion of sell
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| I gives a fuck — who ya breaking and digital scale
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| I live life like a King Pin weed but raw
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| I’m the richest gang living them niggas ever saw
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| I with ya belly from Toyota with the beakers and baking soda
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| Pirates po’s full of peppers and crack folders
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| I’ma dope dealer — and I got coke scrilla
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| My whole crew consists of ex-cons and killas
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| And my bitches is falls who bomb, head and coochie
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| Rockin Prada, the fades — the letto pump boochie
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| First statis, rock rolo — when I came to the door?
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| And now it’s Bentleys, Mansions and meats to the floor
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| Kickin gears on Parley’s, while the straight pipe screen
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| And I had a block on lock — since I was fifteen
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| Mack Sapranos — the most of unforgiven
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| And fuck a job, cause dope money is how I’m living
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| It’s a King Pin’s Dream — coke and feminines
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| Belley’s on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams
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| So, busting out the scene — guns, scopes and beems
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| But the thing about it dream — it ain’t all watta seem
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| (Fa sho', fucked up, look)
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| My homey got marries — so, you know we ain’t slipping
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| Two hoes, two Bentleys — you know we ain’t dipping
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| Lifestyle, drug dealing — you know we ain’t trippin
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| Got killas on the row — you know we ain’t slipping
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| Tote trucks full of bricks — you know we ain’t chickens
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| New cars, pretty broads — you know we been pimpin
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| Bitch stars, body bars — we hitting and missing
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| Big cars, superstars — cause wheels been spinning
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| Pretty honeys, bug stunt — cause the money we spending
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| Planty bitchs and warehouse — tinning piece for chicken
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| Riot guns shoot 'em up — for this life that I’m living
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| PO partners doin time — cause my homeboy miss me
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| The Feds, big trippin — cause they failed me to get me
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| Mack 10 re-shout — til ya homey my nigga
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| King Pin, Big Tymin — drug dealing my nigga
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| Transportin' cocaine — and statelines my nigga
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| It’s a King Pin’s Dream — coke and feminines
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| Belley’s on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams
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| So, busting out the scene — guns, scopes and beems
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| But the thing about it dream — it ain’t all watta seem
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| Hmm, hmm, hmm… uh-huh, uh-huh, fa sho' nigga
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| Oh yeah… uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
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| Uh-uh, uh-uh, fa sho', look here
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| This is y’all Ol' Tymers niggas, y’all know H-dash play, right!
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| The liquor is a lifestyle of a drug dealing nigga, y’understand
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| It ain’t Twenty-two's is more it’s twenty-five's nigga, what?
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| Even chicken from the hood — to the mothafuckin living ride
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| Y’knowwhatI’msayin, getcha nigga, come in my project see my crib nigga
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| We got loadin .14, for sashie, all the best up and the best nigga
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| It ain’t none gon' stop my nigga.
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| We cooking bricks in the kitchen my nigga, y’understand
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| Don’t come outside stunt boy. |
| unless you got it right boy
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| Y’knowwhatI’msayin', Cash Money Hot Boy… and we doin' this nigga
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| Life, life, hot, hot, we got this (hot, hot) we got this (hot, hot)
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| WE got this (hot, hot) we on fire, don’t fuck… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song King Pin Dream , by - Mack 10. Song from the album Bang Or Ball, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп