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Where at, where they at, where they at

I sold tapes every day me and B
Been famous since
Give me ten dollars, and you get blessed
A rap all about you called the special
Oakland, you I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and
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
Every rap I ever made was about this
I 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even I love his music, I just can't stand
The way they it all up and didn't pay the man
And 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I sell records in the East
Now funky, I say pussy on an old hoe
I y'all fools don't know
Why some good rappers 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 on your jock
You can't do it like this homey, so pass it
And kissing them white folks asses
It's you smoked a whole damn key
You rap so you keep leaving the beat
I'm from the old school, I love
But now rap music is all that want
So when I'm in my car, I play
And when I'm on the stage I start
And when I hear your shit, I 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 worth like a sucka MC
And any other rappers ever about me
I don't stop rapping, that's all can say
And how I bitches, every day
But if you can't be a dogg, then weak
You be phony like a side show
Some rappers try to off positive
I'm from that just ain't how it is
They say rap is here to stay
But the MC's don't think that way
It took 8 long years before I got my
So I wonder why make fake ass tapes
You won't get paid like I did, so 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
Oakland California and the shit sounds phat
I'm spitting raps to my 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 could fuck with Short baby
I'm not a tounge twisting with a funny style
dress hip hop and dance real wild
But I do records like a motherfucker
Even though you might I'm another sucka
I the beat and then never switch
the microphone and then call you a bitch
You want money, I got pimp money
One thing's for sure, I won't it to a hoe
I throw a bitch in the god trunk
And start that Oakland funk
Dogg's in the house, once again
Trying to fade the platnum, with Shorty the
And when I do, I'm straight to the bank
Withdraw some money and buy dank
You can't relate to my motherfucking
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 head is
I my ass back, to where I grew up
And get real boy, never too late
Before I do like you and a weak ass tape
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 down the block