Tekstovi: Chamillionaire. Ask About Me.

I'ma hustler, I'ma, I'ma hustler homie
I'ma hustler, I'ma, I'ma hustler homie
Nigga ask, nigga, nigga ask about me
Nigga ask, nigga, nigga ask about me

I'ma hustler, I'ma, I'ma hustler homie
I'ma hustler, I'ma, I'ma hustler homie

Naw mayn I'm not Blood deep or Crip deep, six feet a click deep
How deep this deep, Nine Mili' clip deep
With this heat a body builder, turn into a pip-squeak
They turn to vegetarians, they don't wanna end up mince meat

You'll see, where the mortuary is at I know you miss me
Snatch the gat plat, and lyrically wreck that ass officially
I see you live in fairy tale, niggaz better switch beefs
I'll have the tooth fairy, choke his ass up out of his sleep

Problem with Chamillionaire, but do they mention any name
Hell naw you scarecrow, just try your best to be brave
Got a Smith-N-Wesson, but we know that you gon behave
On safety, you Locksmith like you could get a key made

All up on the thang, like lil' girls turn to teenage
You're really a bunch of hoes, like 6th street at Texas Relays
Ohio to Chicago, I got niggaz in the PJ's
Bully skinny, but the armstrong like he was BJ's

I hear these rapping niggaz, but believe I'm not a fan of it
I'm here to rid the rap game, of all of it's contaminants
I'm better than the average, I want her I could have the chick
Doing the same pose, as Paris Hilton in them camera flicks

The mathematics get big, 'cause I'm demanding it
Ripping the rap game, while these other suckas is romancing it
Ain't worried about his feelings, they don't wanna take a chance with it
Kissing up to the game, with rose pedals and a candle lit

I'ma hustler, I'ma, I'ma hustler homie
I'ma hustler, I'ma, I'ma hustler homie
Nigga ask, nigga, nigga ask about me
Nigga ask, nigga, nigga ask about me

I'ma hustler, I'ma, I'ma hustler homie
I'ma hustler, I'ma, I'ma hustler