Ice Cube - Ask About Me Lyrics

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)

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 want to see Your Honor,
Ratha' eat piranha from Benny Hana,
Smokin' marijuana in my sauna,
I done hate it with these attics and faggots,
They them rattic causin' static,
Bring me my A-U-T-O-matic,
Oh niggas want to se how we ride
Bitch, you know the motherfuckin' side,
World motherfuckin' wide.

Make yo' hustle official,
And them niggas that's wit' you,
Gotta push the 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.

I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (Ask about me)
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)

Can you dig her?
It's the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga
Wit' the triggas at yo' dome,
We like to roam,
Through yo' motherfuckin' 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 niggas miss,
Tryin' to turn my motherfuckin' cheese into Swiss
Rappers make bucks and I can hear it,
Hard to fear it,
'cause I know you grew up on my lyrics
It's the boss player,
Never lost hair over assholes,
Blast holes in you motherfuckin' tadpoles
Like a bullfrog,
Nigga I'm a bull hog,
Guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog
Where millions never gave a fuck about Sicilians,
Or killers on T.V. can see,
We got the real ones
So check yo' motherfuckin' CD-Rom
And your World Wide Web, dot com,
It's the Don Mega!

Make yo' hustle official,
And them niggas that's wit' you,
Gotta push the 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.

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)

What cha call it? (The Hustle Gang)
What cha call it? (The Hustle Gang)
What cha call it? (The Hustle Gang)
What cha call it? (Hustle, man)

Ask About me
Ask About me