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Where We Wanna
C‐Murder
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One more again
Tell it
Tell it
Let 'em know
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Bam, bam
Give me the money
Talk how you wanna talk
Hang where you wanna hang
Slang like you wanna slang
Goodie Mob and C Murder, man
Talk how you wanna talk
Hang where you wanna hang
Slang like you wanna slang
Goodie Mob and C Murder, man
I told the oppa in O-County, peep the good dreams
God's fine, 'cause he don't make no trash
Pockets in your CD changer when you mash
In check the reek, brothers droppin' brothers like the white man
It's super steep, beef, want some get back
But he can't expect to get no work when he on the porch blowin' crack
My girls wanna be safe, niggas incarcerated
I got much love, 'cause I can't get nowhere hatin'
The funk, I will not be fakin'
I know a nigga and his match, cakin'
I'm not gon' tell you how to live, your life is what you
Never runnin' on niggas who's on PG
Nigga, we run with true niggas, all about the dollar figures
Ready to take the world, nigga, my mafia steady growin' bigger
Hair growin' longer, hunger pain got my game goin' strong
From the SWAT to the Third Ward
Shippin' them packs across the board like keys
Blowin' G's all the way down to New Orleans
Fat boots, have the blues, don't snooze or you might lose your life
Caught up in the
Talk how you wanna talk
Hang where you wanna hang
Slang like you wanna slang
Goodie Mob and C Murder, man
Talk how you wanna talk
Hang where you wanna hang
Slang like you wanna slang
Goodie Mob and C Murder, man
Slugs and thugs go together like pumps and trunks
Ready to thump, yo, laid back stump
Blowin' like King Jarvin, hoggin' in the '99
Sizzled out, fuckin' fade, jumpin' out the photos
Back up in the plush verse, flip-flops to the bros
Elbows with the lips, down here we drive shit
All up on the curb, girls whytin' like fleas
What you think Murder get a nigga feelin' good as
Goodie Mob, real hell, ATL where the killers dwell
Southside niggas pushin' platinum figures
And many bitches wanna roll with us
But like the weed with no seed, we just roll 'em up
It's 'bout a pound and no limit, Goodie Mob and C Murder, man
Like Jackie Chan hittin' hard and pushin' weight by the sound
And you hit the I-10 and head west for well pets
'Cause down in SWAT niggas got packin' Glocks
Low and pimp, never trip, quick to sink a nigga ship
C-Mo and Cujo's in the motherfuckin' studio
And gettin' crunk, bumpin' in the trunk
I rap when I wanna rap, so where my real niggas?
Sugar sugar peas, AKD's and he's
Already beat him to his knees, he gon' give you your cheese
I'm talkin' 'bout today, trickin' you tippin' the scale
I work your ass like a woman, make you sell your sale
Hold your bitch on the stove, can't repay your debt
I'm a let C Murder make your T-shirt wet
I'm a vet, hot enough to make the concrete sweat
Fuck me the wrong way, nigga, you'll never forget
Talk how you wanna talk
Hang where you wanna hang
Slang like you wanna slang
Goodie Mob and C Murder, man
Talk how you wanna talk
Hang where you wanna hang
Slang like you wanna slang
Goodie Mob and C Murder, man
Talk how you wanna talk
Hang where you wanna hang
Slang like you wanna slang
Goodie Mob and C Murder, man
Talk how you wanna talk
Hang where you wanna hang
Slang like you wanna slang
Goodie Mob and C Murder, man