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21 - Where We Wanna

๐Ÿ‘ค C Murder โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Bossaline โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:53
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โฑ๏ธ 3:53 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Talk how you wanna talk
Hang where you wanna hang
Slang like you wanna slang
We the mobb and we murda man
Talk how you wanna talk
Hang where you wanna hang
Slang like you wanna slang
We the mobb and we murda man

I told you I'm the N.O. camp
Meet the good dranks
God's finest cause he don't make no trash
Pockets in your CD changer when you mash
Inject the weak, brothers dropping brothers like the white man
Shooting skeet, peeps want some get back
But he can't expect to get no work when he on the porch smoking crack
Our girls wanna be saved from the niggas incarcerated
I got some love cause I can't get nowhere hating
The funk I will not be facing
I know a nigga that met his match, caking
I'm not gone tell you how to live, your life is what you make it

Bitch I'm a run it all nigga you's a PG nigga
Cause we run with true niggas all about them dollar figures
Ready to take the world cause my mobbsta steady growing bigger
Hair growing longer hunger pains got my game growing stronger
From the swatch to the third world
Shipping the cuts across the board like keys
Throwing G's all the way down to New Orleans
Baton Rouge, house of blues, don't snooze or you might lose your life
Caught up in the hype

Talk how you wanna talk
Hang where you wanna hang
Slang like you wanna slang
We the mobb and we murda man
Talk how you wanna talk
Hang where you wanna hang
Slang like you wanna slang
We the mobb and we murda man

Slugs and thugs go together like pumps and trunks
Ready to thump, yo, laid back slump
Blowing like King George hogging in the '99
Cizzled out my fucking face jumping out the four doors
Back up in the flush birds flip flops to the pros
Elbows with the lips down here we drive ships
All up on the curb, girls biting like fleas
What you think Murda get a nigga killed, hit the curb

Goodie Mob we from hell, ATL where them killers dwell
Southside niggas with your motherfucking platinum figures
And many bitches wanna roll with us
But like the weed with no seeds we just roll em up
It's by the pound ain't no limit Goodie Mob and Murda Man
Like Jackie Chan hitting hard and pushing weight by the south end
You hit the I-10 and head west but wear a vest
Cause down in swatch fuck the cops niggas packing Glocks
Low and dip never trip quick to sink a nigga ship
T-Mo and Khujo is in the motherfucking studio
And getting crunk bumping in the trunk
I rap when I wanna rap so where my real niggas at

Oh Lord sugar sugar please take it easy he's
Already beat him to his knees he gone give you your cheese
I'm talking bout today tricking you tipping the scale
I work your ass like a woman make you sell your tail
Owe your ass to the store can't repay your debt
I'mma let C-Murder make your t-shirt wet
I'm a vet hot enough to make the concrete sweat
Fuck with me the wrong way and boy you'll never forget

Talk how you wanna talk
Hang where you wanna hang
Slang like you wanna slang
We the mobb and we murda man
Talk how you wanna talk
Hang where you wanna hang
Slang like you wanna slang
We the mobb and we murda man

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