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Where they at, they at, where they at

I sold every day me and Freddy B
Been famous since
Give me ten dollars, and you straight get
A rap all about you called the request
Oakland, you I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and
When put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's burners
Everybody got to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started D
Every rap I ever was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no Brown
And even though I love his music, I just stand
The way they it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't records in the East
Now funky, I say pussy on an old hoe
I guess fools don't know
Why some good rappers can't no tapes
It's not the company's fault, the shit sounds
You wanna be in the trunk, the booming box
While the young bitches ride on jock
You do it like this homey, so just pass it
And kissing them white folks asses
like you smoked a whole damn key
You rap so you keep leaving the beat
I'm from the old school, I love
But now rap music is all they want
So when I'm in my car, I play
And when I'm on the stage I pimping
And when I hear shit, I push eject
I throw it out the window with the rejects
And the hard core rappers go soft
I to watch when they ass fall off
Cause ain't nothing worth like a sucka MC
And any other rappers ever about me
I stop rapping, that's all they can say
And how I bitches, every day
But if you be a dogg, then you're weak
You be phony like a show freak
rappers try to come off positive
Where I'm from that ain't how it is
say rap music is here to stay
But the MC's don't think that way
It took 8 long 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 the military, so you punks can't join
It ain't pop, it's underground rap
From California and the shit sounds phat
I'm spitting to my motherfucking homies
why they listen to the one and only
I to be broke, but now we all used to be
Got no game for a bitch, all the is for me
And these bitches, say shit to me
could never could fuck with Short baby
I'm not a tounge twisting rapper with a style
Don't dress hip hop and real wild
But I do sell records like a
Even though you might I'm just sucka
I find the beat and then switch
Grab the and then call you a bitch
You rent money, I got pimp money
One for sure, I won't give it to a hoe
I a bitch in the god damn trunk
And slamming that Oakland funk
Short in the house, once again
to fade the platnum, with Shorty the Pimp
And when I do, I'm going to the bank
Withdraw some money and buy some
You can't to my motherfucking homies
That's why they to the one and only
I grew up on the called P
But motherfuckers growing up on me
And if I ego trip, and my head is
I take my ass back, to where I up
And get real boy, it's never too
I do like you and make a weak ass tape
I'm in the

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

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