Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Where I Wanna Be , by - The Weathermen. Release date: 04.08.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Where I Wanna Be |
| I want my cash stacked real high |
| Mu and Yak we still fly |
| Lift my drink up to the sky |
| Cause that’s where I wanna be tonight |
| In the day I’m outta sight |
| But I’m always around at night |
| Till the freaks come out at night |
| Like Michael Jackson Thriller right |
| Ya doing it, kill it, pop the trunk and put two in it |
| Feel it, I don’t give up, I’m doing it |
| Picking Mu up in the tank, come thru in it |
| And start shootin shit |
| And all the bitches wanna know who I’m wit |
| Cause I got chicks like Trina and Ludacris |
| (Weathermen Motherfuckers!) |
| So I tell em come one come all |
| To the crib for the players ball |
| And all you gotta do is call |
| 1−800-DROP-THEM-DRAWERS |
| We can get intimate, Doing push-ups on you all militant |
| Bitch I don’t give a shit |
| I might love you tonight but I’m still a pimp |
| You love the way that I hold it down |
| Like I’m rich with a chain all frozen now |
| You know the kid Yak Biz like a 40 Cal |
| When he spittin, all the thugs and the hoes like wowww |
| Yo kid is nice. |
| They wanna know what he’s really like |
| Shorty trying to find out if I’m her type |
| I gotta man but I need him in my life |
| Ya you fucking right, Yak Ballz is nothing nice |
| Come fly in like a kite |
| And that’s cool, that’s where I wanna be tonight |
| I want my cash stacked real high |
| Mu and Yak we still fly |
| Lift my drink up to the sky |
| Cause that’s where I wanna be tonight |
| Everybody lined up at the bar |
| After 12 shots of Cuervo I crashed my car |
| Don’t you see me bleeding, cop put the gun away |
| Cause I put my injured ass back in the club |
| 12 model mommys at the door looking for love |
| Too bloody for the bouncer now he’s looking for gloves |
| I can be honest I know this noise scary |
| Put out a lot of bloody money ordered a Bloody Mary |
| And if it’s too off the wall, and ya sick |
| Get a knife, scrape it off ya brain |
| And if it’s off the hook, and the lines out the door |
| And I’m here then it’s off the chain |
| 6 model mommy’s starting stuff, shaking they stuff |
| Homo thugs outside fighting looking for slugs |
| Look they making up now they looking for love |
| Let me see them tits before I have to throw up |
| Cause shit cuz, Ima fall at the same strip club |
| Cause I came here expecting a dick rub |
| Drinks full of drip blood, needle stuck in my dick |
| Plus niggas in the back smacking they bitch up |
| I want my cash stacked real high |
| Mu and Yak we still fly |
| Lift my drink up to the sky |
| Cause that’s where I wanna be tonight |