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Where they at, where at, where they at

I sold every day me and Freddy B
Been famous 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you get blessed
A rap all about you the special request
Oakland, you know I go way
To nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend
Whole fucked around and started smoking D
rap I ever made 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 used it all up and pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me
Cause I don't sell in the East
Now what's funky, I say on an old hoe
I y'all fools don't know
Why some good can't sell no tapes
not the company's fault, the shit sounds fake
You be in the trunk, with the booming box
While the young bitches ride on your
You can't do it like this homey, so pass it
And stop kissing white folks asses
It's 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 that want
So I'm in my car, I play Clinton
And when I'm on the stage I pimping
And when I hear shit, I push eject
Then I throw it out the window the rejects
And when the hard core go soft
I like to watch when they ass off
Cause ain't nothing worth like a sucka MC
And any other rappers ever talk me
I don't 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 like a side show freak
rappers try to come off positive
Where I'm from just 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 ass tapes
You won't get like I did, so give up punk
And while your in the studio, I'm in the
You got no choice, so flip that coin
This ain't the military, so you punks can't
It ain't pop, it's underground rap
From Oakland California and the shit sounds
I'm spitting raps to my motherfucking
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, can't say to me
could never could fuck with Short baby
I'm not a tounge twisting with a funny style
Don't dress hip hop and real wild
But I do records like a motherfucker
Even though you might I'm another sucka
I find the and then never switch
Grab the and then call you a bitch
You want rent money, I got pimp
One thing's for sure, I give it to a hoe
I a bitch in the god damn trunk
And start slamming Oakland funk
Short Dogg's in the house, again
Trying to the platnum, with Shorty the Pimp
And when I do, I'm straight to the bank
Withdraw some and buy some dank
You can't relate to my homies
That's why they listen to the one and
I up on the funk called P
But these motherfuckers 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 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 down the block

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