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Where they at, where they at, they at

I sold every day me and Freddy B
Been famous since
me ten dollars, and you straight get blessed
A rap all you called the special request
Oakland, you know I go way
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's burners
Everybody got addicted to my beat
Whole town around and started smoking D
Every rap I ever was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James
And even though I love his music, I just stand
The way used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you me weak
Cause I sell records in the East
Now funky, I say pussy on an old hoe
I guess y'all don't know
Why some good rappers can't sell no
It's not the company's fault, the shit sounds
You wanna be in the trunk, with the box
the young bitches ride on your jock
You can't do it like this homey, so pass it
And stop kissing white folks asses
It's like you smoked a whole key
You rap so fast you keep leaving the
I'm the old school, I love P-Funk
But now rap music is all that they
So I'm in my car, I play Clinton
And when I'm on the stage I start
And when I hear your shit, I push
Then I throw it out the window with the
And when the core rappers go soft
I like to when they ass fall off
Cause ain't nothing worth kicking like a MC
And any other rappers ever about me
I stop rapping, that's all they can say
And how I dogg bitches, day
But if you can't be a dogg, then you're
You be phony like a side freak
rappers try to come off positive
Where I'm from that ain't how it is
They say rap music is here to
But the MC's don't think that way
It 8 long years before I got my break
So I wonder why rapper's make fake ass
You won't get paid I did, so give up punk
And while your in the studio, I'm in the
You got no choice, so don't flip that
This ain't the military, so you can't join
It ain't pop, called underground rap
From Oakland and the shit sounds phat
I'm raps to my motherfucking homies
That's why they listen to the one and
I used to be broke, but now we all to be
Got no for a bitch, all the game is for me
And these bitches, say shit to me
They could never could fuck Short baby
I'm not a twisting rapper with a funny style
Don't dress hip hop and real wild
But I do sell records a motherfucker
Even though you might I'm another sucka
I the beat and then never switch
Grab the microphone and then you a bitch
You want money, I got pimp money
One for sure, I won't give it to a hoe
I throw a in the god damn trunk
And start slamming Oakland funk
Short Dogg's in the house, once
Trying to fade the platnum, Shorty the Pimp
And I do, I'm going straight to the bank
some money and buy some dank
You can't relate to my motherfucking
That's why they listen to the one and
I grew up on the called P
But these growing up on me
And if I ego trip, and my head is
I take my ass back, to I grew up
And get real boy, it's too late
Before I do like you and make a ass tape
I'm in the

In the trunk, in, in the
In the trunk, in, in the
In the trunk beating down the

In the trunk, in, in the
In the trunk, in, in the
In the trunk down the block