Born Dedrick D'Mon Rolison in 1971, Mack 10 perpetually represented Inglewood, California throughout his career, the Los Angeles neighborhood he called home. His professional rap career began in 1995 when he signed with Priority, the premier label for West Coast rap at the time, and released his self-titled album. The West Coast gangsta movement was peaking around this time, and Mack 10 capitalized on the trend with "Foe Life," a song he wrote with Ice Cube, one of the West Coast's reigning talents. The partnership struck gold, and the song became a coastal anthem, opening the door for a successive single, "On Them Thangs." Mack 10 then partnered with Ice Cube again a year later to form the West Coast supergroup Westside Connection along with another Los Angeles rapper, WC. The three had united for a standout song on Mack 10's debut album, "Westside Slaughterhouse," and hoped to reprise their camaraderie for the Westside Connection album. They certainly did so, recording the boastful lead single "Bow Down," which taunted the East Coast, along with several other songs discussing the East-West tension that dominated rap at the time.
Mack 10 followed the number two-charting Westside Connection album with his second album, Based on a True Story, and its lead single, "Backyard Boogie," in 1997. The album became his most successful, peaking at number 14 on the Billboard album chart, and confirmed his quick ascendance to fame. Moreover, the album is generally considered to be Mack 10's career highlight: it features a modest number of guests (Snoop Dogg, E-40, Ice Cube), top-notch G-funk-era producers (Ant Banks, Soopafly), and little of the filler that would begin to populate his successive releases. Mack 10 returned a year later with another Top 20 album, Recipe, which is notable for its abundance of guests. In fact, only one song featured Mack 10 alone; every other song featured at least one guest, if not more; everyone from Master P and Mystikal to Jermaine Dupri and Ol' Dirty Bastard. Following the extravagencies of Recipe in 1997, Mack 10's career began to slowly spiral downward, much like the West Coast gangsta rap scene he rode to fame. His only release in 1998 was Hoo Bangin': Mix Tape, more of a showcase for the many up-and-coming rappers on his Hoo Bangin' label than for himself, and listeners weren't very interested. When Mack 10 finally did return with another full-length of his own, The Paper Route, in 2000, three years after Recipe, listeners similarly weren't very interested.
The relative disappointment of The Paper Route brought Mack 10's souring relationship with Priority Records to an end, and along came Cash Money Records, who happily signed the rapper to a contract. The partnership seemed somewhat unlikely. Cash Money was a leading Dirty South label with a small roster of in-house rappers such as Juvenile and Lil Wayne; however, the label was looking to expand its roster as well as its reach, and Mack 10 offered it a great opportunity to unite the West Coast and Dirty South. The resulting album, Bang or Ball (2001), neither topped the charts nor garnered substantial attention despite boasting "Hate in Yo Eyes," a Dr. Dre production that interpolated the Bee Gees' "Stayin' Alive." The album nonetheless signaled a new direction for Mack 10, who sounded surprisingly comfortable working with one of the Dirty South's premier producers, Manny Fresh. Less than a year later in summer 2002 came Mack 10 Presents da Hood, a Hoo Bangin' release prominently featuring numerous up-and-coming West Coast rappers: K-Mac, Deviossi, Skoop, Cousteau, and Techniec. More importantly, though, the album featured "L.A. for Ya," an anthemic song that was customized for the West Coast's leading radio stations as well as for Lakers and Clippers home games. The customized versions worked, and the song garnered quite a bit of airplay on the West Coast, making it one of Mack 10's biggest hits in years. Ghetto, Gutter and Gangster appeared in 2003 followed by Hustla's Handbook two years later
King Pin Dream
Mack 10 Lyrics
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Gangsta? (haha!, what?)
Mikkey Finest (fa sho`)
Ah King Pin`s Dream
Mack 10, Inglewood
I`m nigga Mikkey
Chi-Town, Birdman [*Laughs*]
Listen, Whatcha got nigga?...
[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
[Chorus: x 2]
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
[Chorus: x 2]
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 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
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
[Chorus: x 2]
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
Ya know what I`m sayin`, 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...
The song King Pin Dream by Mack 10 featuring Mikkey and Birdman is a classic gangsta rap track that speaks to the desires of a drug kingpin. The lyrics throughout the song revolve around selling drugs, making money, and living the high life, as it showcases their lavish lifestyles with luxury Bentley cars, mansions, and beautiful women. The track is full of braggadocio lyrics, highlighting their control and influence over the streets, law enforcement, and city officials. The chorus seems to embrace the dream of success, but the sobering truth is heard when they state “But the thing about it dream - it ain`t all wat it seem.”
Mack 10 uses his rhymes to discuss his full immersion in the drug game and the dangers that come along with that life. He boasts about being a kingpin and how deep he is in the game, with a nonchalant attitude towards the authorities who are constantly after him. Birdman hops in with his verse and adds to the drug dealer narrative, detailing his impressive car collection and the beautiful women who are drawn to the lifestyle. Mikkey’s verse speaks about his control over the city and how he is not afraid to take on anyone who tries to come after him. Overall, this song is a classic representation of the gangsta rap genre and showcases the dangerous realities of drug dealing.
Line by Line Meaning
I got a trouble find bitches in the kitchen and they cooking it row
I have women in my kitchen cooking drugs for me
Realisting feams like stitches with the hooker in they chow
I'm getting high off my own supply and it's making me paranoid
Fuck the law, man - I`m known for cooking it row
I don't care about the police, I'm known for cooking drugs
Til the cops just chill - I got something for y`all
I'll keep cooking drugs until the police leave me alone
I got a Bentley and the Hummer and they sittin on `em daters
I own expensive cars that are just sitting in my garage
I got a hot power lawyer with the million retater
I have a highly-trained lawyer who can get me out of legal trouble
Douth-South, Westside - man, I own my city
I have control over the drug trade in my city
Got judges on my pay roll like they own the nigga
I bribe judges to rule in my favor
It`s a professional with my game, I ball with the best
I am a professional drug dealer and I am successful
Birdman, Down-South - Mack 10 out West
I am friends with Birdman from Cash Money Records
Fuck with my money, put to put the mack to yo` chest
If someone messes with my drug money, I will use my gun on them
Want war? I take it there - or rather tattooed to there
If someone wants to fight with me, I will escalate the situation
See them Cash Money niggas - how can I iced like `em
I want to be as rich and successful as the Cash Money Records artists
Cooking coke from the pill-up, it`s got a prices like `em
I cook cocaine and sell it for a high price
You know a nigga Whoopise - I got a wife like him
I have a beautiful wife like my friend Whoopie
You heard a Micheal Jordan right! - I got a life like him
I have a life like Michael Jordan, who is rich and famous
I`ma mothafuckin hustla - y`all know the game
I am a skilled drug dealer
Chi-Town Mikkey Flow - y`all know my name
I am known as Mikkey Fine in Chicago
Game is risky but a nigga rather died the fame
I am willing to take risks to become famous and successful
and live life - broken hungry out here, cracking for bread
I don't want to live a life of poverty and struggle
It`s a King Pin`s Dream - coke and feminines
Being a drug kingpin means having access to drugs and women
Belley`s on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams
I have a lot of money and drugs and have been involved in fights over them
So, busting out the scene - guns, scopes and beems
I am always prepared for violence and have a lot of weapons
But the thing about it dream - it ain`t all watta seem
Being a drug kingpin is not as glamorous and easy as it may appear
When it comes to drugs - these reppers ain`t get none but fo`
Most rappers don't actually sell drugs
Ohhh square ass nigga and full of brains are sold
Those who do talk about selling drugs are often lying or are not successful
I Know `em Feds is on heat but I don`t give a fuck
I am aware that the police are after me but I don't care
I`m so deep in the game it`s like my name is stuck
I am so involved in the drug business that it defines me
From crack, more then likey is a suggestion of sell
I am implying that I sell crack cocaine
I gives a fuck - who ya breaking and disso skell
I don't care about your criminal record or past mistakes
I live life like a King Pin weed but raw
I live a life of luxury as a successful drug dealer
I`m the richest gang living them niggas ever saw
I am richer than most other gang members
I with ya belly from Toyota with the biggest and baking soda
I transport drugs in my Toyota car with baking soda to cook cocaine
Pirates po`s full of peppers and crack folders
I have hidden my drugs in fast food places
I`ma dope dealer - and I got coke scrilla
I sell cocaine and make a lot of money
My whole crew can sit to at x-cons and killas
My friends are all ex-convicts and dangerous people
and my bitches is falls who bomb, head and coochie
I have attractive women who work for me
Rockin props, the fades - the letto pump boochie
I have expensive clothes and shoes
Planty bitchs and warehouse - tinning piece for chicken
I have a lot of women and drugs in my warehouse
Riot guns shoot `em up - for this life that I`m living
I am willing to fight and use guns to protect my drug business
PO partners doin time - cause my homeboy miss me
My associates are in prison because of my involvement in the drug business
The Feds, big trippin - cause they failed me to get me
I am being pursued by the FBI and they can't catch me
Mack 10 re-shout - til ya homey my nigga
I am shouting out my name to promote myself and my music
King Pin, Big Tymin - drug dealing my nigga
Being a drug kingpin is my lifestyle
Transport and cocaine - and statelines my nigga
I transport cocaine across state lines
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: B. THOMAS, BRYAN WILLIAMS, DEDRICK D'MON ROLISON, M. NANCE
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