Lyric Ask About Me
[hook]
[Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a-yeay)
I check it in in the Mid-West (hustle, man)
I check it in on the East Coast (The Hustle Gang)
(Look at me)
(Don Matta )
(Poppa Don)
[Ice Cube]
Check my blood pressure,
they think they fresher than the Don
Prescription pills to keep me calm,
Nigga, I m da bomb!
In the black Testerosa,
Sippin on Mimosa,
A bleedin ?nosa?
I m in the West, we ain t got the ?nego?
Give me Sicko kilos from Puerto Rico
When I okay it,
So much cheese, you got to weigh it
Never thought these niggaz was the feds
"Freeze" was the sound
I started lettin off rounds,
lay the whole fuckin room down
I don t wanna see Your Honor,
Ratha eat pirhana from Benny Hana,
Smokin marijuana in my sauna,
I done hade it with these attics and faggots,
They them rattic causin static,
bring me my A-U-T-O-matic,
oh niggaz wanna se how we ride
Bitch, you know the muthafuckin side,
world muthafuckin wide.
[Chorus]
Make yo hustle official,
And them niggaz that s wit you,
gotta push tha issue,
on the fools that dis you,
whether pump or pistol,
when it s up in yo gristle,
hand yo mama a tissue,
If I decide to kiss you.
[hook] (replace "a-yeay" with "Ask about me")
Can you dig her?
It s the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga
Wit the triggas at yo dome,
we like to roam,
Through yo muthafuckin home like a comb
and find the money that s gone
And we ll take you, shake you,
break you, take two,
play you on wit the chrome,
nigga shoot!
Execute, they try to electrocute
I got too much loot
Ya say I m on yo hit list,
You niggaz miss,
tryin to turn my muthafuckin cheese into Swiss
Rappers make bucks and I can hear it,
hard to fear it,
Cuz I know you grew up on my lyrics
It s the boss player,
never lost hair over assholes,
blast holes in you muthafuckin tadpoles
Like a bullfrog,
nigga I m a bullhog,
guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog
Where millions never gave a fuck about Sicilians,
or killas on T.V. can see,
we got the real ones
So check yo muthafuckin CD-Rom
and your World Wide Web, dot com,
It s the Don Mega!
[chorus]
[hook]
[Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]
What cha call it? (The Hustle Gang) [x3]
What cha call it? (Hustle, man)
[Ice Cube]
Ask About me [x2]
[Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a-yeay)
I check it in in the Mid-West (hustle, man)
I check it in on the East Coast (The Hustle Gang)
(Look at me)
(Don Matta )
(Poppa Don)
[Ice Cube]
Check my blood pressure,
they think they fresher than the Don
Prescription pills to keep me calm,
Nigga, I m da bomb!
In the black Testerosa,
Sippin on Mimosa,
A bleedin ?nosa?
I m in the West, we ain t got the ?nego?
Give me Sicko kilos from Puerto Rico
When I okay it,
So much cheese, you got to weigh it
Never thought these niggaz was the feds
"Freeze" was the sound
I started lettin off rounds,
lay the whole fuckin room down
I don t wanna see Your Honor,
Ratha eat pirhana from Benny Hana,
Smokin marijuana in my sauna,
I done hade it with these attics and faggots,
They them rattic causin static,
bring me my A-U-T-O-matic,
oh niggaz wanna se how we ride
Bitch, you know the muthafuckin side,
world muthafuckin wide.
[Chorus]
Make yo hustle official,
And them niggaz that s wit you,
gotta push tha issue,
on the fools that dis you,
whether pump or pistol,
when it s up in yo gristle,
hand yo mama a tissue,
If I decide to kiss you.
[hook] (replace "a-yeay" with "Ask about me")
Can you dig her?
It s the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga
Wit the triggas at yo dome,
we like to roam,
Through yo muthafuckin home like a comb
and find the money that s gone
And we ll take you, shake you,
break you, take two,
play you on wit the chrome,
nigga shoot!
Execute, they try to electrocute
I got too much loot
Ya say I m on yo hit list,
You niggaz miss,
tryin to turn my muthafuckin cheese into Swiss
Rappers make bucks and I can hear it,
hard to fear it,
Cuz I know you grew up on my lyrics
It s the boss player,
never lost hair over assholes,
blast holes in you muthafuckin tadpoles
Like a bullfrog,
nigga I m a bullhog,
guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog
Where millions never gave a fuck about Sicilians,
or killas on T.V. can see,
we got the real ones
So check yo muthafuckin CD-Rom
and your World Wide Web, dot com,
It s the Don Mega!
[chorus]
[hook]
[Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]
What cha call it? (The Hustle Gang) [x3]
What cha call it? (Hustle, man)
[Ice Cube]
Ask About me [x2]
