| Tell it Tell it Let em know
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| Ha ha ha ha ha ha
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| Talk how you wanna talk, hang where you wanna hang
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| Slang where you wanna slang, Goodie Mob and C-Murder man x2
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| A soldier out that N.O. |
| camp
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| Meets the Goodreese, Gods finest cause he don’t make no trash
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| Pop us in your CD changer when you mash
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| Exemplery, brothers droppin brothers like the white man
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| Shoot street, we won’t, so get back
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| Big gats spray and get no work when he on the porch smokin crack
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| Why girls wanna be Satan to the niggas incarcerated, I got one love
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| Cause I can’t get no where hatin, the funk I will not be rakin
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| Uh, I know one nigga that met his match, cakin
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| I’m not goin tell you how to live your life, boy you bakin
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| Bitch I’m a runnin all through you, you’s a PT nigga
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| Cause we run with TRU niggas, all about them dollar figures
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| Ready to take the war, mafia said go get em
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| Hair growin long, my hunger pain got my game goin strong
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| From the Twats to the Third Ward
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| Shippin them tens across the board like keys
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| Blowin D’s all the way down to New Orleans
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| Baton Rouge, have you blues, don’t snooze
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| Or you might lose your life caught up in the fight
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| Slugs and thugs go together like pumps and trunks
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| Ready to dump, yo, laid back, crunk
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| Blowin like king jumpin hoggin in the 99's
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| Sizzlin out my fuckin face, jumpin out your polo’s
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| Back up in the blunts birds, flip flop to the rolls elbows
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| With the look, down here, rushin all up on the curb
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| Good bye night please, what you think
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| Murder can a nigga get up in a tree
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| Goodie Mob, real mail, A-T-L, where them killas dwell
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| Southside niggas pushin motherfuckin platinum figures
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| That many bitches wanna roll with us
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| But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up
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| Beats By The Pound ain’t No Limit, Goodie Mob and Murder man like Jackie Chan
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| Hittin hard and pushin weight by the sound
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| You hit the I-10 and head west or we’ll test
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| Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin Glocks
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| Lo and Gipp never trip, we goin sank a nigga ship
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| T-Mo and Khujo in a motherfuckin studio
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| And gettin crunk, bumpin in a trunk
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| And rap when I wanna rap so where my real niggas at
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| Oh Lord I’m Sugar Sugar please, take it easy heeze
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| Already beat him to his knees, he goin give you your cheese
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| Talkin bout the day ?? |
| your tippin the scale
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| I work your ass like a woman, make you sale your tale
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| Throw your ass on the stove and repay you there
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| I’m a let C-Murder make your t-shirt wet
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| I’m a bet, hot enough to make the concrete sweat
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| Fuck with me the wrong way and know you’ll never forget |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where We Wanna, artist - C-Murder. Album song Bossalinie, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп