[Talking]
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Gangsta? (haha!, what?)
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Mikkey Finest (fa sho')
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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 [*Laughs*]
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Listen, Whatcha got nigga?...
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[Mikkey]
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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 hooker in they chow
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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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Douth-South, 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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It's a professional 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 - how can I iced 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 Whoopise - I got a wife like him
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You heard a 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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[Mikkey (Chorus)] 2x
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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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[Mack 10]
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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 my name is 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 disso skell
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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 biggest 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 can sit to at x-cons and killas
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and my bitches is falls who bomb, head and coochie
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Rockin props, 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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[Mikkey (Chorus)] 2x
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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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[Baby]
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(Fa sho', fucked up, look)
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My homey got marries - so, you know we aint 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 gon' 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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Transport and cocaine - and statelines my nigga
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[Mikkey (Chorus)] 2x
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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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[over chorus talking]
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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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[Baby {talking}]
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| This is y'all Ol' Tymers niggas, y'all know H-da |
