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Where they at, where at, where they at

I tapes every day me and Freddy B
famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you straight get
A rap all about you called the request
Oakland, you I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and
When homeboys put on any car
With 6 by 9's burners
got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked and started smoking D
Every rap I ever was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James
And even I love his music, I just can't stand
The way used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you me weak
Cause I sell records in the East
Now funky, I say pussy on an old hoe
I guess y'all fools know
Why some good rappers can't sell no
It's not the company's fault, the shit fake
You wanna be in the trunk, the booming box
While the bitches ride on your jock
You can't do it like this homey, so pass it
And kissing them white folks asses
It's like you smoked a whole 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 they
So when I'm in my car, I play
And when I'm on the stage I start
And when I your shit, I push eject
Then I it out the window with the rejects
And when the core rappers go soft
I like to watch when they ass off
Cause ain't nothing worth kicking a sucka MC
And any other rappers ever talk me
I don't stop rapping, that's all can say
And how I dogg bitches, day
But if you be a dogg, then you're weak
You be phony like a side freak
Some rappers try to come off
Where I'm that just ain't how it is
They say rap is here to stay
But the sucka MC's don't think way
It took 8 long years before I got my
So I wonder why rapper's make ass tapes
You get paid 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 can't join
It ain't pop, it's called rap
From Oakland California and the shit phat
I'm spitting raps to my homies
why they listen to the one and only
I to be broke, but now we all used to be
Got no for a bitch, all the game is for me
And these bitches, can't say to me
They could could fuck with Short baby
I'm not a tounge rapper with a funny style
Don't dress hip hop and dance wild
But I do sell records a motherfucker
Even though you might I'm another sucka
I the beat and then never switch
Grab the microphone and then call you a
You want rent money, I got money
One for sure, I won't give it to a hoe
I throw a in the god damn trunk
And start slamming that Oakland
Short Dogg's in the house, again
Trying to fade the platnum, Shorty the Pimp
And when I do, I'm going to the bank
Withdraw some money and buy some
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 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