'Cuz I know you grew up on my lyrics
Smokin' marijuana in my sauna
(Hustle, man)
Gotta push tha issue on the fools that dis you
I don't wanna see Your Honor
So check yo' muthafuckin' CD-Rom
And find the money that's gone
It's the boss player, never lost hair over assholes
In the black Testerosa, Sippin' on Mimosa, a bleedin' nosa
(The Hustle Gang)
I'm in the West, we ain't got the nego
Bitch, you know the muthafuckin' side, world muthafuckin' wide
It's the Don Mega
Guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog
(The Hustle Gang)
Through yo' muthafuckin' home like a comb
Rappers make bucks and I can hear it, hard to fear it
(Hustle, man)
Wit' the triggas at yo' dome, we like to roam,
(The Hustle Gang, look at me)
I done hade it with these attics and faggots
(The Hustle Gang)
Oh, niggaz wanna se how we ride
Prescription pills to keep me calm, nigga, I'm da bomb
I check it in on the East Coast
Like a bullfrog, nigga I'm a bullhog
I check it in on the West Coast
Never thought these niggaz was the feds
I check it in in the Dirty South
Blast holes in you muthafuckin' tadpoles
I check it in on the East Coast
I check it in in the Midwest
Ask about me
(The Hustle Gang, look at me)
What cha call it?
Give me Sicko kilos from Puerto Rico when I okay it
I check it in on the West Coast
(Ask about me)
(Don Matta', Poppa Don)
They them rattic causin' static, bring me my A U T O matic
(Ask about me)
I check it in in the Midwest
What cha call it?
And your World Wide Web, dot com
Gotta push tha issue on the fools that dis you
(Hustle, man)
(The Hustle Gang, look at me)
I check it in in the Midwest
Ratha eat pirhana from Benny Hana
Hand yo' mama a tissue if I decide to kiss you
"Freeze" was the sound, I started lettin' off rounds
(Ay-yeah)
Or killas on T.V. can see, we got the real ones
Whether pump or pistol when it's up in yo' gristle
(Don Matta', Poppa Don)
(Ask about me)
What cha call it?
Make yo' hustle official and them niggaz that's wit' you
Make yo' hustle official and them niggaz that's wit' you
Ya say, I'm on yo' hit list, you niggaz miss
(Hustle, man)
Hand yo' mama a tissue if I decide to kiss you
(Don Matta', Poppa Don)
Tryin' to turn my muthafuckin' cheese into Swiss
And we'll take you, shake you, break you, take two
Where millions never gave a fuck about Sicilians
Whether pump or pistol when it's up in yo' gristle
Lay the whole fuckin' room down
I check it in in the Dirty South
I check it in on the East Coast
I check it in in the Dirty South
Execute, they try to electrocute, I got too much loot
(Ask about me)
Check my blood pressure, they think they fresher than the Don
What cha call it?
Play you on wit' the chrome, nigga shoot
So much cheese, you got to weigh it
Can you dig her? It's the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga
