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Where they at, where they at, where at

I sold tapes day me and Freddy B
Been famous 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you straight get
A rap all about you called the special
Oakland, you I go way back
To nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's
When homeboys put on any car
6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend
town fucked around and started smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this
I made 7 albums with no James Brown
And even though I his music, I just can't stand
The way they used it all up and pay the man
And 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I sell records 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
It's not the company's fault, the shit fake
You wanna be in the trunk, with the box
the young bitches ride on your jock
You can't do it this homey, so just pass it
And stop kissing them white folks
It's like you smoked a damn key
You rap so fast you keep leaving the
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 pimping
And when I your shit, I push eject
Then I throw it out the with the rejects
And when the hard rappers go soft
I like to when they ass fall off
Cause ain't nothing worth kicking like a MC
And any rappers ever talk about me
I don't rapping, that's 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 freak
Some try to come off positive
Where I'm from that ain't how it is
They say rap music is here to
But the sucka MC's think that way
It took 8 long years I got my break
So I wonder why rapper's fake ass tapes
You get paid like I did, so give up punk
And while in the studio, I'm in the trunk
You got no choice, so don't flip 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 homies
That's why they 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 with Short baby
I'm not a tounge twisting with a funny style
dress hip hop and dance real wild
But I do sell records a motherfucker
Even though you I'm just another sucka
I find the beat and never switch
Grab the and then call you a bitch
You want rent money, I got money
One thing's for sure, I won't it to a hoe
I a bitch in the god damn trunk
And start that Oakland funk
Short Dogg's in the house, once
Trying to fade the platnum, with the Pimp
And when I do, I'm going straight to the
Withdraw some money and buy dank
You can't relate to my motherfucking
That's why listen to the one and only
I grew up on the called P
But these motherfuckers up on me
And if I ego trip, and my is fucked
I take my ass back, to where I up
And get real boy, never too late
Before I do you and make a weak ass tape
I'm in the

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

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