Letra Where we wanna (feat. goodie mobb) de C-Murder

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Where we wanna (feat. goodie mobb)

Featuring Goodie Mob]
[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, suga suga please, take it eazy eaz,
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-Murda make your teeth turn red
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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Featuring Goodie Mob]  
[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, suga suga please, take it eazy eaz,  
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-Murda make your teeth turn red  
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