"Ask About Me"

[hook]
[Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a-yeay)
I check it in in the Mid-West (hustle, man)
I check it in on the East Coast (The Hustle Gang)
(Look at me)
(Don Matta')
(Poppa Don)

[Ice Cube]
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,
A bleedin' ?nosa?
I'm in the West, we ain't got the ?nego?
Give me Sicko kilos from Puerto Rico
When I okay it,
So much cheese, you got to weigh it
Never thought these niggaz 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 Benny Hana,
Smokin' marijuana in my sauna,
I done hade it with these attics and faggots,
They them rattic causin' static,
bring me my A-U-T-O-matic,
oh niggaz wanna se how we ride
Bitch, you know the muthafuckin' side,

world muthafuckin' wide.

[Chorus]
Make yo' hustle official,
And them niggaz that's wit' you,
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.

[hook] (replace "a-yeay" with "Ask about me")

Can you dig her?
It's the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga
Wit' the triggas 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, take two,
play you on wit' the chrome,
nigga shoot!
Execute, they try to electrocute
I got too much loot
Ya say I'm on yo' hit list,
You niggaz 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!

[chorus]
[hook]

[Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]
What cha call it? (The Hustle Gang) [x3]
What cha call it? (Hustle, man)

[Ice Cube]
Ask About me [x2]

"Pushin' Weight"
(feat. Mr. Short KHOP)

[Ice Cube]
Yeah, yeah
Blaze one for the nation
Brrrrr
Brrrrr
Brrrrr

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
I got lyrics that wake up spirits
They told me how to make big hits and spend digits
Can you dig it?
You fed, you dead, see red
My lead, yo head, I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me navigate
Thru this hate retaliate, it's official
I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb
When I hit you
Push the issue
My ghetto dope is amazin
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder
The frozen Tundra ain't cold enough
And baby ain't old enough
For this game I'm rollin up
De-zamn it feels good to be the don

Straight legit, while niggas like Gotti just sit

[Chorus: Ice Cube]
A yeah yeah
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
[4X]

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
I hold zone like a Corleone
No more fuckin with that homegrown
Hit the shit we on
The rolleo's and the baggetts
You still fuckin with them faggets
We turn haters into maggets
Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash
You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me
Constantly, put the hustle down
With four or five niggas that's musclebound
Send your head to the taxidermist
Won't be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos
You got to earn this, you can't take it
Can't fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit
Who is it, the exquisite, Don Mega
Walkin with my entourage, I think I'm betta, makin chedda
You see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag
You betta get back, everybody wanna do it like me
I got it made, been makin rap money since the tenth grade
(Ch-ching)
(since the tenth grade)
(Ch-ching)

(What you need)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Mr. Short Khop]
I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit
Uncandid, it's the young bandit
Fresh out the trenches, the wood works
City of the ?Tempeon?, where the hoods lurk
In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin for fouyan
And settle for crumbs and croutans
I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killas
Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos
Ain't no harmin me, the army full honary niggas you can't see
So while you pace bitches and saturns livin jenky
I hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankey
After Ben Frankeys, with the big skullen eyes
You niggas bound and nullified
Sit back and mine stack it multiply

[Chorus: Ice Cube and Mr. Short Khop]
[IC] A yeah yeah
[MSK] I push rhymes like weight
[MSK] I push rhymes like weight
[2X]
[IC] A yeah yeah
[IC] I push rhymes like weight
[IC] I push rhymes like weight
[2X]

[Ice Cube (starts during chorus)]
Ask about me
Worldwide baby
Worldwide baby (A yeah yeah)
Ice Cube makin more money in the rap game
Than some of you can (A yeah yeah) with a bird in your hand
Puttin it down
We wanted in fifty states for this weight
(A yeah yeah)
Pushin rhymes like weight
Pushin rhymes like weight
(A yeah yeah)
Yeah, blaze one for the nation
(A yeah yeah)
You know my name
You know my name
(A yeah yeah)
You know my name

[Mr. Short Khop]
Yeah, some of you fools just got in it
and think you gonna change the game
You ain't changin nothin

[Ice Cube]
I been doin this, I been doin this
Ask about me
Ask about me

"Dr. Frankenstein"
(feat. Mr. Short Khop)

Supreme gangsta shit
We dream gangsta shit
[rain pouring] Yes [electric shock, beaker tingling]
Yes [knock on dorr]
Yeah what is it? [continual knocking on door]
What is it?!? (Doctor, is everything alright?)
Yes, I'm straight, go to bed [thunder claps]
[animal screams] Yeah! Yeah!
[woman screaming] It's ALIVE!

[Ice Cube]
It's pourin rain, thunder and lightning
Clash of the titans, I'm home writin
Gangsta rap has arrived, I'm the only man alive
October 31st, 1985
Hard times, just got harder
Adolescent Ice Cube, the shit starter
A martyr, thanks to the father
for bein this mean as sixteen raps, feel like the bitch scream
You learned about your triple beam from me
You stopped payin for pussy and hit that ass for free
A little G never thought, that I could change the world
witta attitude, a Raider jacket and a jheri curl
Got every girl wantin to do me, screw me
Boyz N The Hood, the first rap, the first movie
Oooh wee *woman screaming* it's alive
So whatchu gon' do 24-7, 3-65
Dr. Frankenstein

Dr. Frankenstein

[Mr. Short Khop - x2]
Ooooh wee, it's alive
You better run and hide
Cover your ears and your eyes

[Ice Cube]
The world had to bow to this new style
Dial 9-1-1, makin more money than the law allow
But Fuck Tha Police, they can get deez
Now who was sayin shit like that before me?
No-body, but everybody wanna take the star's place
and be Scarface in the car chase
Illigitimate, counterfeit
Even got white boys talkin shit off the shit I invent
No no, motherfuckers musta took a photo
Tryin to call my gangsta shit 'mafioso'
but who ya usin? Fool it ain't no solution
to the evolution, of pimps and prostitution
I cuss, skanlous, I give a rush
to niggas who mind turn to mush, smokin on brush
Hush, I'm just a lush for this Hen
Chrome electroids, connected to my pen
When, blowin motherfuckers ain't knowin what we goin through
Spiritually, lyrically showin you
They call me, 'AmeriKKKa's Most Hated'
Gettin liberated by this monster I created
Dr. Frankenstein

[Mr. Short Khop]
We love to bump you Frankenstein
Yo' shit is the best
Take my body and my mind
Don't fuck with the stress
Hit me with that game to win
If you want, hit me again
We love you Frankenstein

"Fuck Dying"
(feat. Korn)

[Korn appears instrumentally only, not lyrically]

[+AD+]
Ice Cube
Ice Cube!
[Cube]
That's Don Mega to you you lil' cocksucker
[+AD+]
I am the Angel of Death
And your name is on my list
[Cube]
Sheeyit!
[+AD+]
Come with me..
[Cube]
I ain't goin nowhere wit yo' ass
And if you put your hands on me, we gettin down right here

Don Mega! [echoes]
[repeat line 4X, 2X solo, 2X in background]

Join the party, I can provide the army
Join the party, I can provide the army!
Join the party, I can provide the army!!
Join the party, I can provide the army!!!

[Verse One: Ice Cube]

Come and hear the voice of the man they call the Trojan Horse
Ride on the outside, with inner force
Throw you off course, of course, you missed the runway
We mash, like the first kickoff, on a Sunday
Collisions, divisions of niggaz, down to listen
And when we on the mission, call your mortician
Join the party, I can provide the army!!
First we flank em then we spank em.. I outrank em!
You can call me Citizen Kane, for my reign
Ten years great, one of the ten great
Mr. Media, look inside your encyclopedia
2002, see Ice Cube
Fuck a five-star, I'm a live star
What you got to die for? Who you wanna ride for?

Fuck dying! (Fuck dying!)

Don Mega! [echoes]
[repeat line 2X]

[Verse Two: Ice Cube]

It's the suspect king of the roughnecks, bonafide
Worldwide, your highness, the finest
Big as China, nigga rhymer, chart climber
Quick to send a first-timer back to his Aunt Jemimah
Physi-cal, nigga roll with the winners
After these dinners, go out and represent us
We got antennas, scanners and satellites
To see if you battle right, we got to bite
Hold on tight, shake, and pump venom
Some haters don't learn til you leave lead in em
See the dead in em, rigarmortis spread in em
Keep your mouth shut, motherfuckin mouth slug
See these crossed legs, quick to cross Feds
Foe to mighty one, it's the mighty son
Fuck dying! [echoes]

Yeah..

Don Mega! [echoes]
[repeat line 4X, 2X solo, 2X in background]

Join the party, I can provide the army
Join the party, I can provide the army!
Join the party, I can provide the army!!
Join the party, I can provide the army!!!

Fuck dying!!! I can provide the army [4X]

Join the party!
In the ghetto, in the ghetto
In the city, the suburbs.. penetentiary!
Join the party!
In the county..
Fuck dying, fuck dying!

Join the party, I can provide the army (yeayayyyy)
Join the party, I can provide the army! (yeayayyyy)
Join the party, I can provide the army!! (yeayayyyy)
Join the party, I can provide the army!!! (fuck dying!)

I can provide the army [4X]

Eternal life baby
Eternal life [2X]
..

Hear ye, hear ye!
All connect gang members and powers
are to meet at the West Wing
To be led into battle by the one and only
Ice Cube the Great!

"War & Peace"

Ice Cube the great!!

"He has indicated to us that he has sufficient.. firepower..
to.. blow up the Bradley vehicle..
and in fact his words were,
We are ready for war.. let's get it on"

[Ice Cube]
War..
"War, and peace"
Sing it!

[Chorus: singer interprets No Doubt's "Don't Speak"]

War and peace... (Sing it!)
War and peace, forever!
War and peace, together.. always!

[Verse One: Ice Cube]

I'm at the highest peak, still glad the meak is understandin me
Artillery, thoughts of killin me is just a fantasy
The man in me is ready for war, like Holyfield/Tyson IV
A gang against you niggaz on the shore
Either or, your whole family is on the floor
Windows breakin all around em, you can't climb this mountain
I'm at the fountain, with my troops