Ask About Me

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 negoGive 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 roundsLay the whole fuckin' room down

I don't wanna see Your Honor

Ratha eat pirhana from Benny Hana

Smokin' marijuana in my saunaI 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' wideMake 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 youI 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 goneAnd 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 missTryin' 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 assholesBlast 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 SiciliansOr 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 MegaMake 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 youI 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