King Pin Dream lyrics

by

Ice Cube


[Talking]
Gangsta? (haha!, what?)
Mikkey Finest (fa sho')
Ah King Pin's Dream
Mack 10, Inglewood
I'm n*gga Mikkey
Chi-Town, Birdman [*Laughs*]
Listen, Whatcha got n*gga?...

[Mikkey]
I got a trouble find b*tches in the kitchen and they cooking it row
Realisting feams like stitches with the hook in they jaw
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
Southside, Westside - man, I own my city
Got judges on my pay roll like they own the n*gga
International 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*ggas - I got ice like 'em
Cooking coke from the pill-up, it's got a prices like 'em
You know a n*gga Will Smith - I got a wife like him
You heard of 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*gga 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 drugs - these reppers ain't get none but fo'
Ohhh square ass n*gga 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 a n*gga stuck
From crack, more then likey is a suggestion of sell
I gives a f*ck - who ya breaking and digital scale
I live life like a King Pin weed but raw
I'm the richest gang living them n*ggas 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 b*tches 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 f*ck 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*cked 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
b*tch stars, body bars - we hitting and missing
Big cars, superstars - cause wheels been 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*gga
King Pin, Big Tymin - drug dealing my n*gga
Transportin' cocaine - and statelines my n*gga

[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*gga
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*ggas, y'all know H-dash play, right!
The liquor is a lifestyle of a drug dealing n*gga, y'understand
It ain't Twenty-two's is more it's twenty-five's n*gga, what?
Even chicken from the hood - to the mothaf*ckin living ride
Y'knowwhatI'msayin, getcha n*gga, come in my project see my crib n*gga
We got loadin .14, for sashie, all the best up and the best n*gga
It ain't none gon' stop my n*gga..
We cooking bricks in the kitchen my n*gga, 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*gga
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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