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Artist:C-Murder F/ Goodie Mob
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Track:Where We Wanna
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Tell it.
Tell it.
Let em know.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.


Talk how you wanna talk, hang where you wanna hang
Slang where you wanna
slang, Goodie Mob and C-Murder man x2

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

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
Blowin D's all the way down to New Orleans
Baton Rouge, have you blues, don't
Or you might lose your life caught up in the fight

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

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

Oh Lord I'm Sugar Sugar please,
take it easy heeze
Already beat him to his knees, he goin give you your cheese
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

Chorus x4
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