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Where they at, they at, where they at

I sold every day me and Freddy B
famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you get blessed
A rap all about you the special request
Oakland, you I go way back
To nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's
When put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking
got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town around and started smoking D
Every rap I made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't
The way used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you me weak
Cause I don't sell in the East
Now what's funky, I say on an old hoe
I y'all fools don't know
Why some good rappers sell no tapes
not the company's fault, the shit sounds fake
You be in the trunk, with the booming box
While the young bitches on your jock
You can't do it this homey, so just pass it
And stop kissing white folks asses
It's like you smoked a whole key
You rap so fast you leaving the beat
I'm from the old school, I P-Funk
But now rap music is all they want
So when I'm in my car, I Clinton
And when I'm on the stage I pimping
And when I hear your shit, I eject
Then I throw it out the window the rejects
And when the core rappers go soft
I like to watch they ass fall off
Cause ain't nothing worth kicking a sucka MC
And any other rappers talk about me
I don't stop rapping, all they can say
And how I bitches, every day
But if you can't be a dogg, then you're
You be phony like a side show
Some rappers try to 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 long years before I got my
So I wonder why rapper's make fake ass
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 can't join
It pop, it's called underground rap
Oakland California and the shit sounds phat
I'm spitting raps to my motherfucking
That's why they listen to the one and
I used to be broke, but now we all to be
Got no for a bitch, all the game is for me
And bitches, can't say shit to me
They could never could with Short baby
I'm not a tounge rapper with a funny style
Don't hip hop and dance real wild
But I do records like a motherfucker
Even though you might I'm just another
I find the beat and then switch
Grab the and then call you a bitch
You want rent money, I got money
One thing's for sure, I give it to a hoe
I throw a in the god damn trunk
And start slamming that Oakland
Short Dogg's in the house, once
to fade the platnum, with Shorty the Pimp
And when I do, I'm going straight to the
Withdraw money and buy some dank
You can't to my motherfucking homies
why they listen to the one and only
I grew up on the called P
But these growing 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 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 beating down the block

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