C Murder - "Where We Wanna" lyrics
*** Complimentary Where We Wanna Ringtone ***
Featuring Goodie Mob]
[T Mo]
Tell it.
Let em know.
Tell it.
Chorus
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
[Khujo]
Talk how you wanna talk hang where you wanna hang
Slang where you wanna slang Goodie Mob and C Murder man x2
[Khujo]
A soldier out that N.O. camp
Meets the Goodreese Gods finest cause he don't make no trash
Pop us in your CD changer when you mash
Shoot street, we won't, so get back
Exemplery brothers droppin brothers like the white man
Big gats spray and get no work when he on the porch smokin crack
Why girls wanna be Satan to the niggas incarcerated, I got one love
Uh, I know one nigga that met his match, cakin
Cause I can't get no where hatin, the funk I will not be rakin
I'm not goin tell you how to live your life, boy you bakin
[T-Mo]
Bitch I'm a runnin all through you, you's a PT nigga
Cause we run with TRU niggas, all about them dollar figures
Ready to take the war, mafia said go get em
Hair growin long, my hunger pain got my game goin strong
From the Twats to the Third Ward
Blowin D's all the way down to New Orleans
Or you might lose your life caught up in the fight
Shippin them tens across the board like keys
Baton Rouge, have you blues, don't snooze
[Khujo]
[Big Gipp]
[T Mo]
Tell it.
Let em know.
Tell it.
Chorus
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
[Khujo]
Talk how you wanna talk hang where you wanna hang
Slang where you wanna slang Goodie Mob and C Murder man x2
[Khujo]
A soldier out that N.O. camp
Meets the Goodreese Gods finest cause he don't make no trash
Pop us in your CD changer when you mash
Shoot street, we won't, so get back
Exemplery brothers droppin brothers like the white man
Big gats spray and get no work when he on the porch smokin crack
Why girls wanna be Satan to the niggas incarcerated, I got one love
Uh, I know one nigga that met his match, cakin
Cause I can't get no where hatin, the funk I will not be rakin
I'm not goin tell you how to live your life, boy you bakin
[T-Mo]
Bitch I'm a runnin all through you, you's a PT nigga
Cause we run with TRU niggas, all about them dollar figures
Ready to take the war, mafia said go get em
Hair growin long, my hunger pain got my game goin strong
From the Twats to the Third Ward
Blowin D's all the way down to New Orleans
Or you might lose your life caught up in the fight
Shippin them tens across the board like keys
Baton Rouge, have you blues, don't snooze
[Khujo]
[Big Gipp]
Chorus x2
Slugs and thugs go together like pumps and trunks
Ready to dump, yo, laid back, crunk
Blowin like king jumpin hoggin in the 99's
Sizzlin out my fuckin face, jumpin out your polo's
With the look, down here, rushin all up on the curb
Back up in the blunts birds, flip flop to the rolls elbows
Good bye night please, what you think
[C-Murder]
Murder can a nigga get up in a tree
Goodie Mob, real mail, A-T-L, where them killas dwell
Southside niggas pushin motherfuckin platinum figures
That many bitches wanna roll with us
But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up
Beats By The Pound ain't No Limit, Goodie Mob and Murder man like
Jackie Chan
Hittin hard and pushin weight by the sound
Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks
You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test
T-Mo and Khujo in a motherfuckin studio
Lo and Gipp never trip, we goin sank a nigga ship
And gettin crunk, bumpin in a trunk
[Cee-Lo]
And rap when I wanna rap so where my real niggas at
Oh, suga suga please, take it eazy eaz,
Already beat him to his knees, he goin give you your cheese
Talkin bout the day '' your tippin the scale
I work your ass like a woman, make you sale your tale
Throw your ass on the stove and repay you there
I'm a let C-Murda make your teeth turn red
I'm a bet, hot enough to make the concrete sweat
Fuck with me the wrong way and know you'll never forget
[Khujo]
Chorus x4
Slugs and thugs go together like pumps and trunks
Ready to dump, yo, laid back, crunk
Blowin like king jumpin hoggin in the 99's
Sizzlin out my fuckin face, jumpin out your polo's
With the look, down here, rushin all up on the curb
Back up in the blunts birds, flip flop to the rolls elbows
Good bye night please, what you think
[C-Murder]
Murder can a nigga get up in a tree
Goodie Mob, real mail, A-T-L, where them killas dwell
Southside niggas pushin motherfuckin platinum figures
That many bitches wanna roll with us
But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up
Beats By The Pound ain't No Limit, Goodie Mob and Murder man like
Jackie Chan
Hittin hard and pushin weight by the sound
Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks
You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test
T-Mo and Khujo in a motherfuckin studio
Lo and Gipp never trip, we goin sank a nigga ship
And gettin crunk, bumpin in a trunk
[Cee-Lo]
And rap when I wanna rap so where my real niggas at
Oh, suga suga please, take it eazy eaz,
Already beat him to his knees, he goin give you your cheese
Talkin bout the day '' your tippin the scale
I work your ass like a woman, make you sale your tale
Throw your ass on the stove and repay you there
I'm a let C-Murda make your teeth turn red
I'm a bet, hot enough to make the concrete sweat
Fuck with me the wrong way and know you'll never forget
[Khujo]
Chorus x4
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