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Where at, where they at, where they at

I sold tapes every day me and B
Been famous since
me ten dollars, and you straight 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 burners
Everybody got to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and smoking D
rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James
And even though I love his music, I just can't
The way used it all up and didn't pay the man
And 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't records in the East
Now funky, I say pussy on an old hoe
I guess y'all fools don't
Why some good can't sell no tapes
It's not the fault, the shit sounds fake
You wanna be in the trunk, with the box
While the young ride on your jock
You can't do it like this homey, so just it
And stop kissing them folks asses
It's like you smoked a damn key
You rap so you keep 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 play
And when I'm on the stage I start
And when I hear your shit, I push
Then I it out the window with the rejects
And when the hard rappers go soft
I to watch when they ass fall off
Cause ain't nothing worth kicking a sucka MC
And any other ever talk 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, you're weak
You be like a side show freak
Some rappers try to off positive
Where I'm from that ain't how it is
They say rap music is to stay
But the MC's don't think that way
It 8 long years before I got my break
So I wonder why rapper's 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 flip coin
This ain't the military, so you punks join
It ain't pop, it's underground rap
From Oakland California and the sounds phat
I'm raps to my motherfucking 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 bitches, can't say shit to me
could never could fuck with Short baby
I'm not a tounge rapper with a funny style
Don't dress hip hop and real wild
But I do sell like a motherfucker
Even though you might I'm just sucka
I find the and then never switch
Grab the and then call you a bitch
You rent money, I got pimp money
One thing's for sure, I give it to a hoe
I throw a bitch in the god damn
And start that Oakland funk
Short Dogg's in the house, once
Trying to fade the platnum, Shorty the Pimp
And I do, I'm going straight to the bank
Withdraw some money and buy some
You relate to my motherfucking homies
why they listen to the one and only
I up on the funk 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 like you and make a ass tape
I'm in the

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

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