Where My Ese’s At? OG Kid Frost (Ft. A.L.T.)

[Verse 1: 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]
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
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