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Where at, where they at, where they at

I sold tapes every day me and B
famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you get blessed
A rap all you called the special request
Oakland, you know I go way
To nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's
When homeboys put on any car
6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and smoking D
Every rap I ever was about this town
I made 7 whole with no James Brown
And though I love his music, I just can't stand
The way they it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me
Cause I don't records in the East
Now funky, I say pussy on an old hoe
I guess fools don't know
Why some rappers can't sell no tapes
It's not the company's fault, the sounds fake
You be in the trunk, with the booming box
While the young bitches ride on your
You do it like this homey, so just pass it
And stop kissing them folks asses
It's you smoked a whole damn key
You rap so fast you keep the beat
I'm the old school, I love P-Funk
But now rap music is all that they
So when I'm in my car, I Clinton
And I'm on the stage I start pimping
And when I your 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 ass fall off
Cause ain't nothing worth kicking a sucka MC
And any other rappers ever talk me
I stop rapping, that's all they can say
And how I dogg bitches, day
But if you can't be a dogg, then you're
You be phony a side show freak
Some rappers try to off positive
I'm from that 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 make ass tapes
You won't get like I did, so give up punk
And your in the studio, I'm in the trunk
You got no choice, so don't that coin
This ain't the military, so you punks join
It ain't pop, called underground rap
From California and the shit sounds phat
I'm spitting raps to my motherfucking
That's why they listen to the one and
I to be broke, but now we all used 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 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
Even though you might I'm just sucka
I find the beat and never switch
Grab the microphone and call you a bitch
You rent money, I got pimp money
One thing's for sure, I give it to a hoe
I a bitch in the god damn trunk
And start slamming that Oakland
Short Dogg's in the house, once
Trying to fade the platnum, Shorty the Pimp
And I do, I'm going straight to the bank
Withdraw some and buy some dank
You can't to my motherfucking homies
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 is fucked
I take my ass back, to I grew up
And get boy, it's never too late
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 down the

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