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Where they at, where at, where they at

I sold tapes every day me and B
Been famous 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you get blessed
A rap all about you called the request
Oakland, you know I go way
To nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's
When put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking
got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and 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 can't stand
The way used it all up and didn't pay the man
And 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't records in the East
Now what's funky, I say on an old hoe
I guess fools don't know
Why some good rappers can't sell no
It's not the company's fault, the sounds fake
You wanna be in the trunk, with the box
While the young bitches ride on your
You can't do it like homey, so just pass it
And stop kissing them white folks
like you smoked a whole damn key
You rap so you keep leaving the beat
I'm the old school, I love P-Funk
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 I hear your shit, I push eject
Then I throw it out the window the rejects
And the hard core rappers go soft
I like to watch when they ass off
Cause ain't nothing kicking like a sucka MC
And any rappers ever talk about me
I don't stop rapping, that's all 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
Some try to come off positive
I'm from that just ain't how it is
They say rap music is here to
But the sucka don't think that way
It took 8 long years before I got my
So I wonder why rapper's make fake ass
You won't get like I did, so give up punk
And while in the studio, I'm in the trunk
You got no choice, so flip that coin
This ain't the military, so you punks join
It ain't pop, called underground rap
From Oakland California and the shit sounds
I'm spitting 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 game for a bitch, all the is for me
And these bitches, can't say to me
They could never could with Short baby
I'm not a tounge twisting rapper with a style
Don't hip hop and dance real wild
But I do records like a motherfucker
though you might I'm just another sucka
I find the and then never switch
the microphone and then call you a bitch
You want rent money, I got money
One thing's for sure, I give it to a hoe
I throw a in the god damn trunk
And slamming that Oakland funk
Short Dogg's in the house, again
Trying to fade the platnum, with the Pimp
And when I do, I'm going straight to the
Withdraw money and buy some dank
You can't relate to my 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 my ass back, to where I grew up
And get real boy, it's never too
Before I do like you and make a weak ass
I'm in the

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

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