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Where they at, they at, where they at

I sold tapes every day me and B
Been since 1983
me ten dollars, and you straight get blessed
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 smoking
got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole fucked around and started smoking D
Every rap I made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums no James Brown
And though I love his music, I just can't stand
The way used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 albums, you call me weak
I don't sell records in the East
Now funky, I say pussy on an old hoe
I guess fools don't know
Why some good can't sell no tapes
It's not the company's fault, the shit fake
You be in the trunk, with the booming box
While the young ride 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 keep the beat
I'm from the old school, I 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 start
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 to watch when they ass fall off
Cause nothing worth kicking like a sucka MC
And any other ever talk about me
I don't 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 a side show freak
Some try to come off positive
Where I'm from just ain't how it is
They say rap music is to stay
But the sucka don't think that way
It took 8 years before I got my break
So I wonder why rapper's fake ass tapes
You won't get paid like I did, so give up
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 can't
It ain't pop, called underground rap
From California 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 game for a bitch, all the is for me
And these bitches, say shit to me
They could never fuck with Short baby
I'm not a twisting rapper with a funny style
dress hip hop and dance real wild
But I do sell like a motherfucker
Even though you might I'm just sucka
I the beat and then never switch
the microphone and then call you a bitch
You rent money, I got pimp money
One thing's for sure, I won't it to a hoe
I a bitch in the god damn trunk
And start slamming that Oakland
Dogg's in the house, once again
Trying to the platnum, with Shorty the Pimp
And when I do, I'm straight to the bank
Withdraw some money and buy some
You can't relate to my motherfucking
That's why they 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
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 trunk beating the block