[T-Mo]
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Tell it.
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Tell it.
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Let em know.
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Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
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[Khujo]
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Chorus
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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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[Khujo]
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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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[T-Mo]
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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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[Khujo]
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Chorus x2
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[Big Gipp]
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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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[C-Murder]
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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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[Cee-Lo]
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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
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[Khujo]
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Chorus x4
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Where We Wanna
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C-Murder |