Where Da Hoes At - E.S.G.

Where the hoes at, where the foes at

Where the smoke at, nigga roll that

Hoes shut your motherfucking mouth and get naked

Since they opened up the shop, you know we gone wreck it

See I hear they talking down and the boys spreading rumors

National club hoppers, and all you consumers

Who keep em all body rocking from state to state

Cause the real gone be real and the fake gone be fake

So I’ma, regulate and I’mma squash the chat

Draw low in my fo' door Escalade or Cadillac

Looseless ain’t shit, think it’s time I shut em

No pros ain’t shit, I think it’s time I bug em

Up to the Californ' bring all the dollars home

Southside represent, still sitting on chrome

So what’s wrong, you ain’t think I could do it again

I’m off the heezy, fa sheezy number one top ten

I’m on fire, can’t sleep on the E

Everyday Street Gangsta that’s E.S.G

And I’m swanging and banging

Thinking throwed, fifty shine for sho'

Put your money on us, sticky green and stuff

Number one on hit singles ten weeks cause that’s us

This for the ballas, young shot callas

Nineteen inch blades on the Impalas

Call us to get laid tonight

I got sweets rolled tight, I got sprayed by ice

I hit the hiiiighway, rolling my waaay

You’re my mofos, raise up the window, blaze up the indo

Now uh, what up whodie, what up soldier

How you like us now Wreckshop taking over

Put it in your face yeah we some real true playas

If you feel us your some killas throw your rollies in the air

The big don figga’s back, I’m back on track

I got a four in a sack tell me where them hoes at

7−1 Tre that’s my area code

We sipping serve, flipping birds never riding on the road

Bo' guarding the boulevard riding regulars on a one way

Car wash we squash on a Sunday

Ain’t plexing in Texas, gripping grain respected

Riding Lacs or Lexus, south man we exit

Flipping more cream means, green by the hour

Sipping codeine leaning like an Eiffel Tower

Got boppers and shoppers, car hoppers and choppers

Trunk poppers, Glock cockers, block lockers can’t stop us

Drop the top and I roll, sticky green and I’m smoking

Hitting poppa doser, feticcini and copeling

Some roof wide open, watch the good game flip

As the Texas freak nick showing wood grain strip

If you trip on a dip, I got a clip for the jack

So tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me where the hoes at