Ask 'Em

[Intro: DJ Gabe Cee] Yup, this shit ain't stoppin' We jsut can't start it East side Long Beach all the way to the Bay, all the way to Korea P-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back Jessica Ho, P-Lo, and $tupid Young [Chorus: P-Lo] Aye, Aye Yeah bitch I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA Hoes wanna fuck cause they see I got my cash up It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em Yeah bitch I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA Hoes wanna fuck cause they see I got my cash up It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em [Verse 1: $tupid Young] Niggas hit my line cause they see I got my cash up You ain't talkin' [?] racks, nigga you can back up Baby tryna fuck me, she heard I got my racks up So I told her, "face down baby, with your ass up" Gang in this bitch nigga, don't get smacked up If you want to take it there we gon' pick the straps up Homies got his address, bring that Google map up Life is a gamble and I'm hoping I don't crap up 7-11 baby, east side, you know what I'm reppin' baby These other on my feet when I'm steppin' baby We don't take losses, we just learnn lessons baby That's on the gang, she fuckin' with me I got my guap up I got money in the safe, I got my stocks up You ain't the type to hold me down when I'm locked up So after I'm done fuckin', I'm gone when he pop up [Chorus: P-Lo] Aye, Aye Yeah bitch I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA Hoes wanna fuck cause they see I got my cash up It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em Yeah bitch I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA Hoes wanna fuck cause they see I got my cash up It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em [Verse 2: Jessi] Took about 10 just to pop off, kick the door in Now I'm in the drop top, it's a foreign Sun shine brighter after rain and the pourin' Better days, still trapped in my story We flippin', trippin', dippin, up in the streets Tell all these bitches they ain't fuckin' with me Yeah, old friends used to tell I should stop now Never calmed down, now I stay bossed out Y'all ain't for the fame, chasin' clout now You ain't fuck with me then, you ain't fuckin' with me right now All up in my jeans, everyday I pop it I ain't talkin' bout the booty, got bands in my pocket Ain't nobody got time for no cupid shit On my grind, $tupid Young told me we gon' get stupid rich [Chorus: P-Lo] Aye, Aye Yeah bitch I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA Hoes wanna fuck cause they see I got my cash up It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em Yeah bitch I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA Hoes wanna fuck cause they see I got my cash up It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em