Goodie Mob - Where We Wanna lyrics

[Intro: T-Mo] Tell it Tell it Let em know Ha ha ha ha ha ha [Chorus: Khujo] 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 n***as incarcerated, I got one love Cause I can't get no where hatin, the funk I will not be rakin Uh, I know one n***a that met his match, cakin I'm not goin tell you how to live your life, boy you bakin [T-Mo] b**h I'm a runnin all through you, you's a PT n***a Cause we run with TRU n***as, 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 [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**in 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 n***a get up in a tree [C-Murder] Goodie Mob, real mail, A-T-L, where them k**as dwell Southside n***as pushin motherf**in platinum figures That many b**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** the cops, k**as packin Glocks Lo and Gipp never trip, we goin sank a n***a ship T-Mo and Khujo in a motherf**in studio And gettin crunk, bumpin in a trunk And rap when I wanna rap so where my real n***as 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 a** like a woman, make you sale your tale Throw your a** 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** with me the wrong way and know you'll never forget [Chorus x2]