(I-It's) (So Easy) (Connecting, sl-ow) Ask about me, ask about me ('bout me) Wonti le mi, but won mu mi (mu mi) Omo Olohun, k'ole su mi Seke-sekebula (bula) I'm still getting my mulla (mulla) Dollar pelu naira (naira) Iku toh pa iya teacher (teacher), o le pa awon nigga Kilon fo l'oke oh? (fo l'oke) Eye lon fo l'oke oh (fo l'oke) Kilon rin ni'le (rin ni'le) Awon eyan l'oma n rin ni'le, ma te mi mo'le oh-ohh (ma te mi mo'le oh-ohh) Ma te oju ile mo'le (oh-oh, ohh), ko maa ba dobale Iwo l'oma f'Eko le, o f'Eko le f'awa One man soldier, meta meta gbosa Awilo Logomba, funmi l'owo mi biza Kese-kese, kasa, Casa-Casablanca I open bible chapter, I stepped on the satan Mo p'esu danu, mo kan l'ese kan (mo kan l'ese kan) O tamurege, Jigan, oh-ahh (tamurege, Jigan, oh-ahh) Oh-oh, why? (oh-oh, why?) They don't know, they don't know They don't know, they don't know I don go (they-don'-n'-t-know) They wan know, they wan know They wan know, they wan know Where I'm going (I-don-go) Kilofa frapapapa? Kilofa pattern yen? Won fe ka mi mon ibeyen Opon ti sun finally, opon ti sun finally (opon ti sun finally, opon ti sun finally) Aoba elenu meji she'ere mo (aoba elenu meji she'ere mo) Ask about me, ask about me ('bout me) Wonti le mi, but won mu mi (mu mi) Omo Olohun, k'ole su mi Seke-sekebula (bula) I'm still getting my mulla (mulla) Dollar pelu naira (naira) Iku toh pa iya teacher (teacher), o le pa awon nigga Kilon fo l'oke oh? (fo l'oke) Eye lon fo l'oke oh (fo l'oke) Kilon rin ni'le (rin ni'le) Awon eyan l'oma n rin ni'le, ma te mi mo'le oh-ohh (ma te mi mo'le oh-ohh) Ma te oju ile mo'le (oh-oh, ohh), ko maa ba dobale Iwo l'oma f'Eko le, o f'Eko le f'awa One man soldier, meta meta gbosa Awilo Logomba, funmi l'owo mi biza Kese-kese, kasa, Casa-Casablanca I open bible chapter, I stepped on the satan Mo p'esu danu, mo kan l'ese kan (mo kan l'ese kan) O tamurege, Jigan, oh-ahh (tamurege, Jigan, oh-ahh) Oh-oh, why? (oh-oh, why?)

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

Bole ek khoka do Do khoka chaar 20 kaali gaadi 100 bande mere sath On a low Karna 100 mili paar Ek mili, do mili, teen mili, chaar Aane do Ye hote pareshan Chalta mera naam Jaisa chalta mera kaam Aane do Ek khokha, do khokha, teen khokha, chaar Chal! Kal c dubai nal sheikh v c kyi Ohto baad mai columbia flight fad lyi Jithe java othe yaar hi kamaaye jatt ne Tenu lagda k paise di kamayi kar lyi Chaal jatt di slow Ture torra'n taur nal Kalla kalla putt ture torra'n taur nal Yeah they know Meri kithe tak maar Akhan vicho parh lva banda mile saar Mangey jhanjara di jodi ehio masla Ghodi mangdi badama ala tasla Baahla manga na swaad na swaadi aa Asi rotia achaara'n de hi aaadi aa Gaddi meri low Munde high har vaar Jithe java naal vdda bai har vaar Yeah they know Meri kithe tak maar Akhan vicho parh lva banda mile saar Bole ek khoka do Do khoka chaar 20 kaali gaadi 100 bande mere sath On a low Karna 100 mili paar Ek mili, do mili, teen mili, chaar Khule mein fukna kia Six mein landing Gunjee kala rakhte All black forces matching Music pehla rakhte Humse hota nahi acting Hum paisa udate Fir bolte fashion Ha! Sahi mein hood se Jaise ghar mein ration Tere baap k belt sa Har verse is slaaping Extra daant hai tujh mein Isliye karta cappin' Hum gaadi udatate South film ki action Kabhi khau galli Kabhi chakhte hum bastian Na kiya shadi shows Fir bhi bahot hai cashing Brother what's really cracking Hum jaise hum fly Patiyala with manala Hum waise bhi high Ocb mein yaha udte Videshi dawai Mai wo gehra poora sapna hu Jo tujhe satayae Tujhe pata hai bhai Tu kitna paani mein Dikki k alawa bhi Samaan hota gadi mein Har din yaha diwali hai Gehra nala tere niche Sabko pata hai, tu jaali hai Hum paise bhi kama liye 10 khokha 30 khokha 50 khokha 100 khokha 200-300 khokha 500 khokha Chal gin gin gin Hum paise bhi kama liye Tu toh jaali hai