作词 : Ice Cube, Mo'Suave
作曲 : Tristan Jones/O'Shea Jackson
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 matta')
(poppa don)
Check my blood pressure,
They think they fresher than the don
Prescription pills to keep me calm,
*****, 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 niggas was the feds
'freeze' was the sound
I started lettin' off rounds,
Lay the whole ****ing room down
I don't wanna see your honor,
Ratha eat pirhana from benny hana,
Smokin' mother****ers 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 niggas wanna see how we ride
B***h, you know the mother****ing side,
World mother****ing wide.
Make yo' hustle official,
And them niggas 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.
*hook* (replace 'a-yeay' with 'ask about me')
Can you dig her?
It's the bigger, seven-figure, super b***h
Wit' the triggas at yo' dome,
We like to roam,
Through yo' mother****ing 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,
Niggas 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 mother****ing 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 a*****es,
Blast holes in you mother****ing tadpoles
Like a bullfrog,
Nigga i'm a bullhog,
Guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog
Where millions never gave a **** about sicilians,
Or killas on t.v. can see,
We got the real ones
So check yo' mother****ing cd-rom
And your world wide web, dot com,
It's the don mega!
*chorus*
*hook*
What cha call it? (the hustle gang) x3
What cha call it? (hustle, man)
Ask about me x2
作词 : Ice Cube, Mo'Suave
作曲 : Tristan Jones/O'Shea Jackson
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 matta')
(poppa don)
[ice cube]
Check my blood pressure,
They think they fresher than the don
Prescription pills to keep me calm,
*****, 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 niggas was the feds
'freeze' was the sound
I started lettin' off rounds,
Lay the whole ****ing room down
I don't wanna see your honor,
Ratha eat pirhana from benny hana,
Smokin' mother****ers 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 niggas wanna see how we ride
B***h, you know the mother****ing side,
World mother****ing wide.
[chorus]
Make yo' hustle official,
And them niggas 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.
*hook* (replace 'a-yeay' with 'ask about me')
Can you dig her?
It's the bigger, seven-figure, super b***h
Wit' the triggas at yo' dome,
We like to roam,
Through yo' mother****ing 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,
Niggas 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 mother****ing 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 a*****es,
Blast holes in you mother****ing tadpoles
Like a bullfrog,
Nigga i'm a bullhog,
Guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog
Where millions never gave a **** about sicilians,
Or killas on t.v. can see,
We got the real ones
So check yo' mother****ing cd-rom
And your world wide web, dot com,
It'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