Song | In The Trunk |
Artist | Too Short |
Album | The Mack of the Century... Greatest Hits |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Jordan, Shaw | |
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 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... | |
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 |
zuo ci : Jordan, Shaw | |
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 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 pfunk | |
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... | |
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 |
zuò cí : Jordan, Shaw | |
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 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 pfunk | |
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... | |
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 |