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Where they at, where they at, they at

I sold every day me and Freddy B
famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you straight get
A rap all about you the special request
Oakland, you I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's burners
Everybody got to my dopefiend beat
Whole town around and started smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this
I made 7 whole albums no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I can't stand
The way they used it all up and pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you me weak
I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky, I say on an old hoe
I y'all fools 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
While the young bitches on your jock
You can't do it like homey, so just pass it
And stop kissing white folks asses
It's like you a whole damn key
You rap so fast you leaving the beat
I'm the old school, I love P-Funk
But now rap music is all that want
So when I'm in my car, I Clinton
And when I'm on the stage I pimping
And when I your shit, I push eject
I throw it out the window with the rejects
And when the core rappers go soft
I like to when they ass fall off
Cause ain't nothing kicking like a sucka MC
And any other rappers talk about me
I stop rapping, that's all they can say
And how I bitches, every day
But if you can't be a dogg, then you're
You be phony like a side show
Some try to come off positive
Where I'm from that ain't how it is
They say rap is here to stay
But the sucka MC's don't that way
It took 8 long years before I got my
So I wonder why rapper's make fake ass
You get paid like I did, so give up punk
And your in the studio, I'm in the trunk
You got no choice, so don't flip coin
This ain't the military, so you punks join
It ain't pop, it's underground rap
Oakland California and the shit sounds phat
I'm spitting raps to my motherfucking
why they listen to the one and only
I used to be broke, but now we all to be
Got no game for a bitch, all the is for me
And these bitches, can't say to me
They could never could fuck with baby
I'm not a tounge rapper with a funny style
Don't dress hip hop and real wild
But I do sell like a motherfucker
Even though you might I'm just sucka
I find the beat and never switch
Grab the microphone and then you a bitch
You rent money, I got pimp money
One for sure, I won't give it to a hoe
I throw a bitch in the god damn
And slamming that Oakland funk
Short Dogg's in the house, once
Trying to fade the platnum, Shorty the Pimp
And when I do, I'm going straight to the
Withdraw some and buy some dank
You can't to my motherfucking homies
That's why listen to the one and only
I up on the funk called P
But motherfuckers 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 never too
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 beating the block