Where We Wanna Lyrics - Singles - C-murder

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 

Talk how you wanna talk, hang where you wanna hang 

Slang where you wanna slang, Goodie Mob and C-Murder man 

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 true 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 

Talk how you wanna talk, hang where you wanna hang 

Slang where you wanna slang, Goodie Mob and C-Murder man 

Talk how you wanna talk, hang where you wanna hang 

Slang where you wanna slang, Goodie Mob and C-Murder man 

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 

South side 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 

Talkin' 'bout the day [unverified] 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 

Talk how you wanna talk, hang where you wanna hang 

Slang where you wanna slang, Goodie Mob and C-Murder man 

Talk how you wanna talk, hang where you wanna hang 

Slang where you wanna slang, Goodie Mob and C-Murder man 

Talk how you wanna talk, hang where you wanna hang 

Slang where you wanna slang, Goodie Mob and C-Murder man 

Talk how you wanna talk, hang where you wanna hang 

Slang where you wanna slang, Goodie Mob and C-Murder man