C Where We Wanna Lyrics

Where We Wanna Lyrics

T-Mo] 

 Tell it. 

 Tell it. 

 Let em know. 

 Ha ha ha ha ha ha. 

  

 [Khujo] 

 Chorus 

 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 

 Exemplery, brothers droppin brothers like the white man 

 Shoot street, we won't, so get back 

 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 

 Cause I can't get no where hatin, the funk I will not be rakin 

 Uh, I know one nigga that met his match, cakin 

 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 

 Shippin them tens across the board like keys 

 Blowin D's all the way down to New Orleans 

 Baton Rouge, have you blues, don't snooze 

 Or you might lose your life caught up in the fight 

  

 [Khujo] 

 Chorus x2 

  

 [Big Gipp] 

 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 

 Back up in the blunts birds, flip flop to the rolls elbows 

 With the look, down here, rushin all up on the curb 

 Good bye night please, what you think 

 Murder can a nigga get up in a tree 

  

 [C-Murder] 

 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 

 You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test 

 Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks 

 Lo and Gipp never trip, we goin sank a nigga ship 

 T-Mo and Khujo in a motherfuckin studio 

 And gettin crunk, bumpin in a trunk 

 And rap when I wanna rap so where my real niggas at 

  

 [Cee-Lo] 

 Oh Lord I'm Sugar Sugar please, take it easy heeze 

 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-Murder make your t-shirt wet 

 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