Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin' Wit Uh House Party

"L.A.! Californ-I-A!" (repeat 4X)
It all started on a Saturday night, I was at the
Faded off a eightball, when I got the call
I recognized the voice off the bat
Octavia, a.k.a. the
I to run up in her but I had to play broke
cause the bitch was known to twist mo' than hundred
Talkin bout a party she was and niggaz was dippin
She me and my crew to come through and
I couldn't find CJ, Toones was out of
And Mack and Cube out nowhere to be found
And all that solo shit, played out with Cooley High
Even in the movie Damon a black eye bitch!
Ain't no peace treaty motherfuckers is
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too niggaz chosin
So what makes you think I'm out tonight hoe?
You must be on Triple D: Dick, Dope and
She kept claimin security was tight
And if I came, we'd be comin tonight
So I jumped off my kizznouch, grabbed a coat and my
my dick all down this bitch throat
Loaded up my heater, took the black
in my rizzide, headed for the Westside
Rollin in the rigga the naughty
Bumpin "Flashlight" fool, for the party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Uh-huh, uh-huh, fuckin with party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} ain't safe
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Kids try this at home
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
It's down, the music got the whole block blastin
And all I see is titties and with big asses
I couldn't make it through, I had to go
and park around the cause the street was packed
So now I'm bailin to the party, eyes damn shut
Heater on my side, plus I'm as fuck
trippin off 40's, hoodrats and shit
With niggaz names tatted on they ankles and
And all these Cutlasses to empty bottles of Hennesey
An early indication of activity
Got to the do', no security in
niggaz ridin on me, what that whoopty-woop like?
I like I straight mark, walkin in the house
punked by niggaz too young to get in Magic Mountain
So I rolled on em, right on the spot
Told em, "Fuck your set!" That's when I the music stop
"Hey nigga what that for on your arm?"
"Ni-niggaz cash"
"You mean niggaz a collision"
"Get nigga!"
"Don't let nigga fall!
let him fall!"
Stretched out on the flo', fucked up
All I saw was and bottom of niggaz Chuck's
Bitches screamin, "Kick that ass for me!"
He's teemin on my dome, no motherfuckin sympathy
I my heat and started dumpin, hit the back do'
scot loc and who did I see?
Octavia, pussy wet, drunk on the
Passed out on her stomach with her pants down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Shit ain't no joke loc, fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Niggaz is gettin down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, I don't know about where y'all
but it ain't goin down where I'm
Fuckin with a party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit is real, it out
Woke up the day, little cut on my arm
One on my eyes and head, more than Barry Vaughn
Called the hoe up and cussed her ass out
She had the nerve to ask why a nigga turned the party
Nigga I scream on that bitch, I banged on that
Nutted up on bitch, hung up on the bitch
skank got niggaz crossin enemy lines
I stayed home and listened to my first mind
Cause now a layin down mad at the world
Lookin like the Elephant Man with a jheri
Sittin at killa with forty-fo' stitches
Fuckin with these parties and these ass bitches
a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, youknowhatI'msayin? Fuckin a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} shit is real loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Ay Toones, tell these motherfuckers
Fuckin a house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ain't nuttin but bandana swingin
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Y'all what time it is
season loc, ha hah
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin a house party!