C-murder Featuring Goodie Mob 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