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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

I was sittin' with him on his front porch swing Soakin' up wisdom and Grandma's sweet tea Listenin' to his stories, man, he'd done it all His tour in the Army and his wilder days Raisin' my daddy and bailing his hay He cut off a twist of tobacco, stuck it in his jaw Cocked back his hat with a sideways grin And gave me that old wink He said, "I could tell you somethin' 'Bout most anything" "But don't ask me 'bout a woman All I know is, boy, they're somethin' They're tender and they're tough Can break it down and lift you up Don't ask me 'bout a woman That's some complicated stuff They ain't made to figure out They're just made to love" He said, "Boy, I've lived nearly eighty years There's a lot of know how between these ears But when it comes to your Grandma I'm still your age" "It took me a long, long time to learn Lovin' a woman is full of left turns The more they change The more they stay the same" "Son, it's been that way Since the beginnin' of time We're behind the wheel But just along for the ride" "But don't ask me 'bout a woman All I know is, boy, they're somethin' They're tender and they're tough Can break it down and lift you up Don't ask me 'bout a woman That's some complicated stuff They ain't made to figure out They're just made to love" Fast forward ten years, it's Saturday night She's changed three times Says her hair ain't right My mind reels back to the time and place When I heard my Grandpa say "Don't ask me about a woman Boy, that's some complicated stuff They ain't made to figure out They're just made to love" Now I know what he's talkin' about They're just made to love