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Where they at, where they at, they at

I sold every day me and Freddy B
Been since 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you straight get
A rap all about you called the 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 smoking
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 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 after 2 albums, you call me weak
Cause I sell records in the East
Now what's funky, I say on an old hoe
I guess y'all fools don't
Why some good rappers can't no tapes
It's not the company's fault, the sounds fake
You wanna be in the trunk, with the box
While the young ride on your jock
You can't do it like homey, so just pass it
And stop kissing them white folks
It's like you a whole damn key
You rap so fast you leaving the beat
I'm from the old school, I P-Funk
But now rap is all that they want
So when I'm in my car, I play
And when I'm on the I start pimping
And I hear your shit, I push eject
Then I it out the window with the rejects
And the hard core rappers go soft
I like to watch when they ass off
ain't nothing worth kicking like a sucka MC
And any other rappers talk about me
I don't stop rapping, all they can say
And how I dogg bitches, 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
They say rap is here to stay
But the MC's don't think that way
It 8 long years before I got my break
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 don't that coin
This the military, so you punks can't join
It ain't pop, called underground rap
From Oakland and the shit sounds phat
I'm spitting to my motherfucking homies
That's why 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, say shit to me
They could never could fuck with baby
I'm not a tounge twisting rapper with a style
dress hip hop and dance real wild
But I do records like a motherfucker
Even you might I'm just another sucka
I find the beat and then switch
the microphone and then call you a bitch
You want rent money, I got pimp
One thing's for sure, I won't it to a hoe
I throw a bitch in the god damn
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 going to the bank
Withdraw some money and buy dank
You relate to my motherfucking homies
That's why they to the one and only
I grew up on the funk P
But these motherfuckers up on me
And if I ego trip, and my is fucked
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 weak ass
I'm in the

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

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