Ask About Me Lyrics

I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me) I check it in in the Dirty South (Ay-yeah) I check it in in the Midwest (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 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
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
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 Midwest (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' 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
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
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 Midwest (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)
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