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too hort – in the trunk lyrics

it’s on
where they at, where they at, where they at
i sold tapes every day me and freddy b
been famous since 1983
give me ten dollars, and you straight get blessed
a rap all about you called the special request
oakland, you know i go way back
to coug nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac’s
when homeboys put vogues on any car
with 6 by 9’s smoking burners
everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
whole town f-cked around and started smoking d
every rap i ever made was about this town
i made 7 whole alb-ms with no james brown
and even though i love his music, i just can’t stand
the way they used it all up and didn’t pay the man
and after 2 platnum alb-ms, you call me weak
cause i don’t sell records in the east
now what’s funky, i say p-ssy on an old hoe
i guess y’all fools don’t know
why some good rappers can’t sell no tapes
it’s not the company’s fault, the sh-t sounds fake
you wanna be in the trunk, with the booming box
while the young b-tches ride on your jock
you can’t do it like this homey, so just p-ss it
and stop kissing them white folks -sses
it’s like you smoked a whole d-mn key
you rap so fast you keep leaving the beat
i’m from the old school, i love p-funk
but now rap music is all that they want
so when i’m in my car, i play clinton
and when i’m on the stage i start pimping
and when i hear your sh-t, i push eject
then i throw it out the window with the rejects
and when the hard core rappers go soft
i like to watch when they -ss fall off
cause ain’t nothing worth kicking like a sucka mc
and any other rappers ever talk about me
i don’t stop rapping, that’s all they can say
and how i dogg b-tches, every day
but if

- too hort lyrics

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