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 the voice right off the bat
Octavia, a.k.a. the
I used to run up in her but I had to play
cause the bitch was known to mo' than hundred spokes
Talkin bout a she was givin and niggaz was dippin
She wanted me and my to come through and
I couldn't find CJ, Toones was out of
And Mack and Cube wasn't out nowhere to be
And all that bendin solo shit, played out with High
Even in the movie caught a black eye bitch!
Ain't no peace motherfuckers is losin
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many chosin
So makes you think I'm comin out tonight hoe?
You must be on D: Dick, Dope and Dynamite
She kept claimin that security was
And if I came, we'd be comin tonight
So I jumped off my kizznouch, grabbed a coat and my
Picturin my all down this bitch throat
Loaded up my heater, the black nina
Jumped in my rizzide, headed for the
in the rigga with the naughty
Bumpin "Flashlight" fool, for the party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Uh-huh, uh-huh, fuckin house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Shit ain't safe
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Kids don't try this at
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
It's goin down, the music got the block blastin
And all I see is and bitches with big asses
I couldn't make it through, I had to go
and around the corner cause the street was packed
So now I'm bailin to the party, eyes near shut
on my side, plus I'm high as fuck
Straight trippin off 40's, hoodrats and
With niggaz names tatted on ankles and wrists
And all these Cutlasses next to empty of Hennesey
An early indication of activity
Got to the do', no in sight
Just niggaz ridin on me, what whoopty-woop like?
I like I straight mark, walkin in the house
Gettin punked by niggaz too to get in Magic Mountain
So I rolled back on em, on the spot
Told em, "Fuck your set!" That's when I heard the music
"Hey what that stand 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', gettin up
All I saw was knucklehammers and bottom of Chuck's
Bitches screamin, "Kick that ass for me!"
teemin on my dome, ain't no motherfuckin sympathy
I grabbed my and started dumpin, hit the back do'
free loc and who did I see?
Octavia, pussy wet, drunk on the
Passed out on her stomach with her pants hangin
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} ain't no joke loc, fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} is gettin gunned down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, I don't know where y'all from
but it goin down where I'm from
with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} is real, check it out
Woke up the next day, cut on my arm
One on my eyes and head, more than Barry Vaughn
Called the hoe up and her punk ass out
She had the nerve to ask why a nigga turned the party
Nigga I on that bitch, I banged on that bitch
Nutted up on that bitch, hung up on the
Stank-ass skank got niggaz crossin enemy
I should've stayed and listened to my first mind
Cause now a nigga's down mad at the world
like the Elephant Man with a jheri curl
Sittin at killa King with forty-fo'
Fuckin with these parties and punk ass bitches
Fuck a party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, Fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} This is real loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Ay Toones, tell these motherfuckers
Fuckin with a house
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ain't nuttin but motherfuckin swingin
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} know what time it is
Bandana loc, ha hah
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin a house party!