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] 
Bit*h 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 f**kin 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 motherf**kin platinum figures 
That many bit*hes 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, f**k the cops, killas packin glocks 
Lo and Gipp never trip, we goin sank a nigga ship 
T-Mo and Khujo in a motherf**kin 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 as* like a woman, make you sale your tale 
Throw your as* 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 
f**k with me the wrong way and know you'll never forget 
 
[Khujo] 
Chorus x4