Studio Ton - Ask About Me lyrics

[Hook 2X: E-40] I'm in the old school with the c**aine guts (Got the beat turned up) Gold Dayton wires, I'm the n***a from the flyer Getting money ‘til I expire You better ask these muthaf**as ‘bout me (MUTHAfu*kA!) [Verse 1: E-40] I'm in the old school with the c**aine guts Got the beat turned up Higher than giraffe p**y at the light, stuck Slappin' Mickey Mouse on my way to your b**h house Be talkin' hella sh** but not with my dick 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**, we be saying all kind of thangs We set trip, but we don't g**n 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 Getting 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 (b*atch!) [Hook 2X: E-40] I'm in the old school with the c**aine guts (Got the beat turned up) Gold Dayton wires, I'm the n***a from the flyer Getting money ‘til I expire You better ask these muthaf**as ‘bout me (MUTHAfu*kA!) [Verse 2: Too $hort] I'm riding clean as f**, with a Phoenix s*ut 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**h and get up outta here And if you mad, n***a, I don't care I'm living my life like a rap star Everything I do, muthaf**as say “That's hard” You can go Behind the Music like VH1 All the records I sold and all the sh** 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** with me, you know I stay on point I count the C-notes, the ones, and I'm saving coins [Hook 2X: E-40] I'm in the old school with the c**aine guts (Got the beat turned up) Gold Dayton wires, I'm the n***a from the flyer Getting money ‘til I expire You better ask these muthaf**as ‘bout me (MUTHAfu*kA!) [Verse 3: B-Legit] Block n***a 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**'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 building, yeah, your boy chillin' And I don't f** with broke n***as when I'm dope dealin' See, I know the feeling, get your paper up Coke white looking right with the same guts I got the D-boy ways, I call it ‘89 On the grind, getting mine since ‘89 And baby fine but she really ain't a n***a kind I'm from the era and that 40-cal might scare her [Hook 2X: E-40] I'm in the old school with the c**aine guts (Got the beat turned up) Gold Dayton wires, I'm the n***a from the flyer Getting money ‘til I expire You better ask these muthaf**as ‘bout me (MUTHAfu*kA!)