Lyrics Ask About Me - Ice Cube

Mr. Short Khop (Ice Cube)
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

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, I plead no sir
I'm in the west wing at the Nikko
Give me cinco kilos from Puerto Rico when I okay it
So much cheese, you got to weigh it
Never thought these niggas 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 Benihana
Smokin' marijuana in my sauna
I done hade it with these attics and faggots
They done ratted causin' static, bring me my A-U-T-O-matic
Oh, niggas wanna see how we ride
Bitch, you know the muthafuckin' side, world muthafuckin' wide

Make yo' hustle official and them niggas that's wit' you
Gotta push tha issue on the fools that diss 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

Can you dig her?
It's the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga
Wit' the triggers 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, make you take two
To your own with 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 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

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)
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