Artist/Band:
Ice Cube
Lyrics for Song: Ask About Me
Lyrics for Album: War & Peace Vol.1 (The War Disc)
[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 mattaÂ’)
(poppa don)
[ice cube]
Check my blood pressure,
They think they fresher than the don
Prescription pills to keep me calm,
Nigga, IÂ’m da bomb!
In the black testerosa,
SippinÂ’ on mimosa,
A bleedinÂ’ ? nosa?
IÂ’m in the west, we ainÂ’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 lettinÂ’ off rounds,
Lay the whole fuckinÂ’ room down
I donÂ’t wanna see your honor,
Ratha eat pirhana from benny hana,
SmokinÂ’ marijuana in my sauna,
I done hade it with these attics and faggots,
They them rattic causinÂ’ static,
Bring me my a-u-t-o-matic,
Oh niggaz wanna se how we ride
Bitch, you know the muthafuckinÂ’ side,
World muthafuckinÂ’ wide.
[chorus]
Make yoÂ’ hustle official,
And them niggaz thatÂ’s witÂ’ you,
Gotta push tha issue,
On the fools that dis you,
Whether pump or pistol,
When itÂ’s up in yoÂ’ gristle,
Hand yoÂ’ mama a tissue,
If I decide to kiss you.
*hook* (replace "a-yeay" with "ask about me")
Can you dig her?
ItÂ’s the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga
WitÂ’ the triggas at yoÂ’ dome,
We like to roam,
Through yoÂ’ muthafuckinÂ’ home like a comb
And find the money thatÂ’s gone
And weÂ’ll take you, shake you,
Break you, take two,
Play you on witÂ’ the chrome,
Nigga shoot!
Execute, they try to electrocute
I got too much loot
Ya say IÂ’m on yoÂ’ hit list,
You niggaz miss,
TryinÂ’ to turn my muthafuckinÂ’ cheese into swiss
Rappers make bucks and I can hear it,
Hard to fear it,
Â’cuz I know you grew up on my lyrics
ItÂ’s the boss player,
Never lost hair over assholes,
Blast holes in you muthafuckinÂ’ tadpoles
Like a bullfrog,
Nigga IÂ’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 yoÂ’ muthafuckin cd-rom
And your world wide web, dot com,
ItÂ’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
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