Where My Ese's At?

[Frost]

Hey you, come over here

And listen to my brand new world premier

I'm about to fuck it up with my brand new cut

I Hit-A-Lick with the click that loves to rip shit up

Now a party ain't a party unless you got some weed

Red passion alize that we call bleed

Go and do it like some West Coast gangster G's

Real G's do whatever the fuck they please

So if I wanna pop some heat then I'ma pop it

And if I wanna cop some weed then I'ma cop it

The lingere's on the floor, she just dropped it

And there ain't shit that you haters can do to stop it

She's getting loca, got me all Tony Toca

Spinning out of control off that hennessy and coca

Hey loco she gives good poca

Got me hitting homeruns like Sammy Sosa

[Chorus x2]

Where's my eses at, where's my eses at

Where's my eses at, where's my eses at

Where's my eses, my vato locos, my straight riders

Squating in them motherfucking '64 Impalas

[ALT]

One two rap combinations like my man Fernando Vargas

I promise, I'm still the hardest Latin rap artist

Ten years since La Raza

And I still stay strapped every time I leave the casa

It ain't that I wanna do shit

It's just that out here in the streets man there's still a bunch of bullshit

Getting away in my new shit

Sooner or later dog, one's bound to hit

But until then I'ma do it like a big dog

Come to the part and straight get boss hoged

Grab the mic and I commence to rip

Then I jump in the low low and commence to dip

As I leave the scene so crisp and clean

Bouncing down the block with the gangster lean

If it's that G-Funk that you want all up in the trunk

I'ma give you what the fuck you want little homey

[Chorus x2]

[Frost]

Now who'd of thought that I'd come back with that gangster mack

Thirteen inch rims on a coke white Lac

I'm about to set it off like this and like that

And that's a West Coast thing if you know what I mean

Yeah, so throw your set in the air

And wave it around like you just don't care

And if you down to party with some real OG's

Somebody say hell yeah

Hell yeah, and you don't stop

Babygirl let me see your panties drop

Oh you way too cute in that birthday suit

Let me be your candyman and come knock your boot

I'ma hit you front and back and side to side

Like they do in East LA when it's time to ride

It ain't nothing but a cholo party going on

And it's gonna rock till the break of dawn

[Chorus x4]