Ask About Me

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 Dada

Poppa Doc

Check my blood pressure, they think they fresher than the Don

Prescription pills to keep me calm

****, I'm the bomb!

In the black Testarossa, 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 **** 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 piranha from Benihana

Smokin' marijuana in my sauna

I done had it with these addicts and faggots

They done ratted causin' static

Bring me my A-U-T-O-matic

Oh, **** wanna see how we ride?

Bitch, you know the motherfuckin' side

World motherfuckin' wide

Make your hustle official

And them **** that's wit' you

Gotta push the issue

On them 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 Mid-West (Hustle, man)

I check it in on the East Coast (The Hustle Gang)

Can you dig her?

It's the bigger, seven-figure, super ****

Wit' the triggers at your 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

****, shoot!

Execute, they try to electrocute, I got too much loot

Ya say I'm on your hit list, you **** miss

Tryin' to turn my motherfuckin' cheese into Swiss

Rappers make bucks and I can hear it, hard to fear it

'Cause I know you grew up on my lyrics

It's the boss player

Never lost hair over assholes

Blast holes in you motherfuckin' tadpoles

Like a bullfrog, **** I'm a bullhog

Guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog

Where millions never gave a fuck about Sicilians

Or killers on TV can see, we got the real ones

So check your motherfuckin' CD-Rom

And yo' World Wide Web, dot com

It's the Don Mega!

Make your hustle official

And them **** that's wit' you

Gotta push the issue

On the fools that diss you

Whether pump or pistol

When it's up in your 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 Mid-West (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)

Huh?

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