Ice Cube - Ask About Me lyrics

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[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-yeahy)
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 am da bomb!
In the black testerosa,
Sippin´ on mimosa,
A bleedin´ ? nosa?
I am in the west, we aint 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 f*ckin´ room down
I do not want to see your honor,
Ratha eat pirhana from benny hana,
Smokin´ marijuana in my sauna,
I done hade it with these attics & faggots,
They them rattic causin´ static,
Bring me my a-u-t-o-matic,
Oh niggaz want to se how we ride
Bitch, you know the muthaf*ckin´ side,
World muthaf*ckin´ wide.

{chorus}
Make yo´ hustle official,
And them niggaz that is wit´ you,
Have got to push tha issue,
On the fools that dis you,
Whether pump or pistol,
When it is up in yo´ gristle,
Hand yo´ mama a tissue,
If I decide to kiss you.

*hook* (replace "a-yeahy" with "ask about me")

Can you dig her?
It is the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga
Wit´ the triggas at yo´ dome,
We like to roam,
Through yo´ muthaf*ckin´ home like a comb
And find the money that is gone
And we will 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 am on yo´ hit list,
You niggaz miss,
Tryin´ to turn my muthaf*ckin´ cheese into swiss
Rappers make bucks & I can hear it,
Hard to fear it,
´cuz I know you grew up on my lyrics
It is the boss player,
Never lost hair over assholes,
Blast holes in you muthaf*ckin´ tadpoles
Like a bullfrog,
Nigga I am a bullhog,
Guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog
Where millions never gave a f*ck about sicilians,
Or killas on t.v. can see,
We got the real ones
So check yo´ muthaf*ckin cd-rom
And your world wide web, dot com,
It is 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

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