Ask About Me lyrics

[Chorus: E-40]
I'm in the old school with the cocaine guts
(Got the beat turned up)
Gold Dayton wires, I'm the n*gga from the flyer
Gettin' money 'til I expire
You better ask these motherf*ckers 'bout me
(MOTHERf*ckER!)
I'm in the old school with the cocaine guts
(Got the beat turned up)
Gold Dayton wires, I'm the n*gga from the flyer
Gettin' money 'til I expire
You better ask these motherf*ckers 'bout me
(MOTHERf*ckER!)

[Verse 1: E-40]
I'm in the old school with the cocaine guts
Got the beat turned up
Higher than giraffe pus*y at the light, stuck
Slappin' Mickey Mouse on my way to your b*tch house
Be talkin' hella sh*t but not with my di*k in her mouth
I see my relative in the traffic (Your family?)
Cuz, you got some work? (What he say?)
Naw, blood
That's just some Bay sh*t, we be sayin' all kind of thangs
We set trip, but we don't gangbang
I'm still drunk from last night, but I ain't whopped
This one of them good hangovers
Hope they don't throw the book (Where at?)
At me, lock me up and throw away the key
One more DUI, I'm history
Gettin' money is my specialty
A stack-and-a-half for a half a P
I'll give it to you at wholesale, long as you spend your cash with me
Better hope you ain't the po-pell, the Poncherello, the fuzz
Keep your mouth shut, no detail, don't throw me under the bus
(BIATCH!)
[Chorus: E-40]
I'm in the old school with the cocaine guts
(Got the beat turned up)
Gold Dayton wires, I'm the n*gga from the flyer
Gettin' money 'til I expire
You better ask these motherf*ckers 'bout me
(MOTHERf*ckER!)
I'm in the old school with the cocaine guts
(Got the beat turned up)
Gold Dayton wires, I'm the n*gga from the flyer
Gettin' money 'til I expire
You better ask these motherf*ckers 'bout me
(MOTHERf*ckER!)

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
I'm ridin' clean as f*ck, with a Phoenix sl*t
Past 25 years, you've seen what's up
A hundred cars, hundred broads every year
I can barely hear, my music's loud and clear
'Bout to run this little b*tch and get up outta here
And if you mad, n*gga, I don't care
I'm livin' my life like a rap star
Everything I do, motherf*ckers say “That's hard”
You can go Behind the Music like VH1
All the records I sold and all the sh*t I done
Platinum after platinum — you say what?
All I do is hustle, it ain't ever been luck
It's that all-day every day grind
If you owe me, you better pay me on time
And if you f*ck with me, you know I stay on point
I count the C-notes, the ones, and I'm savin' coins
[Chorus: E-40]
I'm in the old school with the cocaine guts
(Got the beat turned up)
Gold Dayton wires, I'm the n*gga from the flyer
Gettin' money 'til I expire
You better ask these motherf*ckers 'bout me
(MOTHERf*ckER!)
I'm in the old school with the cocaine guts
(Got the beat turned up)
Gold Dayton wires, I'm the n*gga from the flyer
Gettin' money 'til I expire
You better ask these motherf*ckers 'bout me
(MOTHERf*ckER!)

[Verse 3: B-Legit]
Block n*gga on the ave with a cannonball
Her hand in my drawers, say what up to Shannon, y'all
And we can get it all from Isotol to Propofol
sh*t'll make your heart stop, call it King of Pop
I'm in the drop with the top down, gold wire
Cherry pie in my swish', all I blow is fire
Loud packs, you could come and get what you desire
White walls with the gold stripe, gold tire
I'm higher than a brick buildin', yeah, your boy chillin'
And I don't f*ck with broke n*ggas when I'm dope dealin'
See, I know the feelin', get your paper up
Coke white lookin' right with the same guts
I got the D-boy ways, I call it '89
On the grind, gettin' mine since '89
And baby fine but she really ain't a n*gga kind
I'm from the era and that 40-cal might scare her
[Chorus: E-40]
I'm in the old school with the cocaine guts
(Got the beat turned up)
Gold Dayton wires, I'm the n*gga from the flyer
Gettin' money 'til I expire
You better ask these motherf*ckers 'bout me
(MOTHERf*ckER!)
I'm in the old school with the cocaine guts
(Got the beat turned up)
Gold Dayton wires, I'm the n*gga from the flyer
Gettin' money 'til I expire
You better ask these motherf*ckers 'bout me
(MOTHERf*ckER!)