Where We Wanna Lyrics by C-murder

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

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