Big Tymers - King Pin Dream lyrics

[Talking] Gangsta? (haha!, what?) Mikkey Finest (fa sho') Ah King Pin's Dream Mack 10, Inglewood I'm n***a Mikkey Chi-Town, Birdman [*Laughs*] Listen, Whatcha got n***a?... [Mikkey] I got a trouble find b**hes in the kitchen and they cooking it row Realisting feams like stitches with the hooker in they chow f** 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***a It's a professional with my game, I ball with the best Birdman, Down-South - Mack 10 out West f** 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***as - how can I iced like 'em Cooking coke from the pill-up, it's got a prices like 'em You know a n***a Whoopise - I got a wife like him You heard a Micheal Jordan right! - I got a life like him I'ma mothaf**in hustla - y'all know the game Chi-Town Mikkey Flow - y'all know my name Game is risky but a n***a rather died the fame And live life - broken hungry out here, cracking for bread [Mikkey (Hook)] 2x 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 d** - these reppers ain't get none but fo' Ohhh square a** n***a and full of brains are sold I Know 'em Feds is on heat but I don't give a f** 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** - who ya breaking and disso skell I live life like a King Pin weed but raw I'm the richest gang living them n***as 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 k**as And my b**hes 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** a job, cause dope money is how I'm living [Mikkey (Hook)] 2x 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', f**ed 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 k**as 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**h 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**hs 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***a King Pin, Big Tymin - drug dealing my n***a Transport and c**aine - and statelines my n***a [Mikkey (Hook)] 2x 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 Hook talking] Hmm, hmm, hmm...uh-huh, uh-huh, fa sho' n***a 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***as, y'all know H-dash play, right! The liquor is a lifestyle of a drug dealing n***a, y'understand It ain't Twenty-two's is more it's twenty-five's n***a, what? Even chicken from the hood - to the mothaf**in living ride Y'knowwhatI'msayin, getcha n***a, come in my project see my crib n***a We got loadin .14, for sashie, all the best up and the best n***a It ain't none gon' stop my n***a.. We cooking bricks in the kitchen my n***a, 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***a 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**...