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Where they at, where at, where they at

I sold tapes every day me and B
Been famous 1983
me ten dollars, and you straight get blessed
A rap all about you called the request
Oakland, you I go way back
To nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's burners
Everybody got to my dopefiend beat
Whole fucked around and started smoking D
Every rap I made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no Brown
And even I love his music, I just can't stand
The way used it all up and didn't pay the man
And 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
I don't sell records in the East
Now funky, I say pussy on an old hoe
I guess y'all fools know
Why some good rappers sell no tapes
It's not the company's fault, the shit sounds
You wanna be in the trunk, the booming box
While the young bitches on your jock
You can't do it this homey, so just pass it
And stop kissing them white asses
like you smoked a whole damn key
You rap so fast you leaving the beat
I'm from the old school, I P-Funk
But now rap music is all that they
So when I'm in my car, I Clinton
And when I'm on the stage I pimping
And I hear your shit, I push eject
Then I throw it out the window the rejects
And when the core rappers go soft
I like to watch when ass fall off
Cause nothing worth kicking like 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 can't be a dogg, then you're
You be phony like a show freak
Some rappers try to off positive
Where I'm from that just how it is
They say rap is here to stay
But the sucka MC's don't think way
It 8 long years before I got my break
So I wonder why rapper's make 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
ain't the military, so you punks can't join
It ain't pop, it's underground rap
From Oakland California and the shit phat
I'm spitting raps to my motherfucking
why they listen to the one and only
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 could fuck with Short baby
I'm not a twisting rapper with a funny style
Don't dress hip hop and real wild
But I do records like a motherfucker
Even you might I'm just another sucka
I find the and then never switch
Grab the microphone and call you a bitch
You want rent money, I got pimp
One thing's for sure, I won't it to a hoe
I throw a 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 when I do, I'm going to the bank
some money and buy some dank
You can't to my motherfucking homies
That's why listen to the one and only
I up on the funk 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 you and make 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 beating down the block