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Where they at, where they at, where at

I sold every day me and Freddy B
Been since 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you straight get
A rap all about you called the special
Oakland, you know I go way
To nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's
When put vogues on any car
6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got to my dopefiend beat
Whole town around and started smoking D
Every rap I made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James
And even I love his music, I just can't stand
The way they it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me
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 company's fault, the shit sounds
You be in the trunk, with the booming box
While the young bitches ride on your
You can't do it like this homey, so pass it
And stop kissing them white folks
It's like you smoked a 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 they
So when I'm in my car, I Clinton
And when I'm on the stage I pimping
And when I your shit, I push eject
Then I it out the window with the rejects
And when the core rappers go soft
I like to watch when ass fall off
Cause ain't nothing worth kicking a sucka MC
And any other rappers ever talk me
I don't stop rapping, all they can say
And how I dogg bitches, day
But if you can't be a dogg, then you're
You be phony a side show freak
Some try to come off positive
Where I'm from that ain't how it is
They say rap music is to stay
But the sucka MC's don't think way
It took 8 years before I got my break
So I wonder why rapper's make fake ass
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 that
This ain't the military, so you punks can't
It pop, it's called underground rap
From Oakland California and the shit phat
I'm spitting to my motherfucking homies
That's why they listen to the one and
I to be broke, but now we all used to be
Got no game for a bitch, all the is for me
And bitches, can't say shit to me
They could never could fuck with baby
I'm not a tounge twisting with a funny style
Don't dress hip hop and dance wild
But I do records like a motherfucker
Even though you might I'm another sucka
I find the beat and never switch
Grab the microphone and then 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 Oakland funk
Dogg's in the house, once again
Trying to fade the platnum, with the Pimp
And when I do, I'm going straight to the
Withdraw some money and buy some
You relate to my motherfucking homies
That's why 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 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 the block

In the trunk, in, in the
In the trunk, in, in the
In the trunk down the block