C-murder - Where We Wanna Lyrics
[t-mo]Tell it.Tell it.Let em know.Ha ha ha ha ha ha.[khujo]ChorusTalk how you wanna talk, hang where you wanna hangSlang where you wanna slang, goodie mob and c-murder man x2[khujo]A soldier out that n.o. campMeets the goodreese, gods finest cause he don't make no trashPop us in your cd changer when you mashExemplery, brothers droppin brothers like the white manShoot street, we won't, so get backBig gats spray and get no work when he on the porch smokin crackWhy girls wanna be satan to the niggas incarcerated, i got one loveCause i can't get no where hatin, the funk i will not be rakinUh, i know one nigga that met his match, cakinI'm not goin tell you how to live your life, boy you bakin[t-mo]***** i'm a runnin all through you, you's a pt niggaCause we run with tru niggas, all about them dollar figuresReady to take the war, mafia said go get emHair growin long, my hunger pain got my game goin strongFrom the twats to the third wardShippin them tens across the board like keysBlowin d's all the way down to new orleansBaton rouge, have you blues, don't snoozeOr you might lose your life caught up in the fight[khujo]Chorus x2[big gipp]Slugs and thugs go together like pumps and trunksReady to dump, yo, laid back, crunkBlowin like king jumpin hoggin in the 99'sSizzlin out my *****in face, jumpin out your polo'sBack up in the blunts birds, flip flop to the rolls elbowsWith the look, down here, rushin all up on the curbGood bye night please, what you thinkMurder can a nigga get up in a tree[c-murder]Goodie mob, real mail, a-t-l, where them killas dwellSouthside niggas pushin mother*****in platinum figuresThat many *****es wanna roll with usBut like the weed with no seed we just roll em upBeats by the pound ain't no limit, goodie mob and murder man like jackie chanHittin hard and pushin weight by the soundYou hit the i-10 and head west or we'll testCause down in twats, ***** the cops, killas packin glocksLo and gipp never trip, we goin sank a nigga shipT-mo and khujo in a mother*****in studioAnd gettin crunk, bumpin in a trunkAnd rap when i wanna rap so where my real niggas at[cee-lo]Oh lord i'm sugar sugar please, take it easy heezeAlready beat him to his knees, he goin give you your cheeseTalkin bout the day ?? your tippin the scaleI work your ass like a woman, make you sale your taleThrow your ass on the stove and repay you thereI'm a let c-murder make your t-shirt wetI'm a bet, hot enough to make the concrete sweat***** with me the wrong way and know you'll never forget[khujo]Chorus x4
