Ask About Me Lyrics - War And Peace Vol. 1 (war) - 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 

(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 

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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 

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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) 

Ask about me 

Ask about me