In The Trunk Lyrics - Shorty The Pimp - Too $hort

It's on 

Where they at, where they at, where they at 

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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 fucked around and started smoking D 

Every rap I ever made was about this town 

I made 7 whole albums 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 albums, you call me weak 

Cause I don't sell records in the East 

Now what's funky, I say pussy 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 shit sounds fake 

You wanna be in the trunk, with the booming box 

While the young bitches ride on your jock 

You can't do it like this homey, so just pass it 

And stop kissing them white folks asses 

It's like you smoked a whole damn 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 shit, 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 ass 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 bitches, every day 

But if you can't be a dogg, then you're weak 

You be phony like a side show freak 

Some rappers try to come off positive 

Where I'm from that just ain't how it is 

They say rap music is here to stay 

But the sucka MC's don't think that way 

It took 8 long years before I got my break 

So I wonder why rapper's make fake ass tapes 

You won't get paid like I did, so give up punk 

And while your in the studio, I'm in the trunk 

You got no choice, so don't flip that coin 

This ain't the military, so you punks can't join 

It ain't pop, it's called underground rap 

From Oakland California and the shit sounds phat 

I'm spitting raps to my motherfucking homies 

That's why they listen to the one and only 

I used to be broke, but now we all used to be 

Got no game for a bitch, all the game is for me 

And these bitches, can't say shit to me 

They could never could fuck with Short baby 

I'm not a tounge twisting rapper with a funny style 

Don't dress hip hop and dance real wild 

But I do sell records like a motherfucker 

Even though you might I'm just another sucka 

I find the beat and then never switch 

Grab the microphone and then call you a bitch 

You want rent money, I got pimp money 

One thing's for sure, I won't give it to a hoe 

I throw a bitch in the god damn trunk 

And start slamming that Oakland funk 

Short Dogg's in the house, once again 

Trying to fade the platnum, with Shorty the Pimp 

And when I do, I'm going straight to the bank 

Withdraw some money and buy some dank 

You can't relate to my motherfucking homies 

That's why they listen to the one and only 

I grew up on the funk called P 

But these motherfuckers growing up on me 

And if I ego trip, and my head is fucked 

I take my ass back, to where I grew up 

And get real boy, it's never too late 

Before I do like you and make a weak ass tape 

I'm in the trunk 

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In the trunk, in, in the trunk 

In the trunk, in, in the trunk 

In the trunk beating down the block 

In the trunk, in, in the trunk 

In the trunk, in, in the trunk 

In the trunk beating down the block