[Mikkey] I got a trouble find bitches in the kitchen and they cooking it row Realisting feams like stitches with the hooker in they chow 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 Douth-South, Westside - man, I own my city Got judges on my pay roll like they own the nigga It's a professional 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 - how can I iced like 'em Cooking coke from the pill-up, it's got a prices like 'em You know a nigga Whoopise - I got a wife like him You heard a 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
[Mikkey (Chorus)] 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 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 my name is stuck From crack, more then likey is a suggestion of sell I gives a fuck - who ya breaking and disso skell 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 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 killas and my bitches 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 fuck a job, cause dope money is how I'm living
[Mikkey (Chorus)] 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', fucked up, look) My homey got marries - so, you know we aint 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 gon' 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 Transport and cocaine - and statelines my nigga
[Mikkey (Chorus)] 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 chorus talking] 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
[Baby {talking}] 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...
