Where Da Hoes At

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'ma squash the chat
 Draw low in my fo' door Escallade 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 leid 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