Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin' Wit Uh House Party

"L.A.! Californ-I-A!" (repeat 4X)
It all on a Saturday night, I was at the Tilt
off a eightball, when I got the phone call
I recognized the voice off the bat
Octavia, a.k.a. the
I used to run up in her but I had to broke
the bitch was known to twist mo' than hundred spokes
Talkin bout a party she was and niggaz was dippin
She wanted me and my crew to through and
I couldn't find CJ, Toones was out of
And and Cube wasn't out nowhere to be found
And all that bendin shit, played out with Cooley High
Even in the movie caught a black eye bitch!
Ain't no peace treaty motherfuckers is
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many chosin
So what makes you think I'm comin out tonight
You must be on D: Dick, Dope and Dynamite
She claimin that security was tight
And if I came, we'd both be comin
So I jumped off my kizznouch, a coat and my coat
my dick all down this bitch throat
Loaded up my heater, took the nina
Jumped in my rizzide, for the Westside
Rollin in the with the naughty
Bumpin "Flashlight" fool, headed for the
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Uh-huh, uh-huh, fuckin with 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 park around the cause the street was packed
So now I'm to the party, eyes damn near shut
Heater on my side, I'm high as fuck
Straight trippin off 40's, and shit
With niggaz names tatted on they and wrists
And all these Cutlasses next to bottles of Hennesey
An early indication of gangbangin
Got to the do', no in sight
Just niggaz ridin on me, what that like?
I felt I straight mark, walkin in the house
punked by niggaz too young to get in Magic Mountain
So I rolled back on em, on the spot
Told em, "Fuck your set!" That's when I the music stop
"Hey what that stand for on your arm?"
"Ni-niggaz cash"
"You mean havin 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 of niggaz Chuck's
Bitches screamin, "Kick nigga ass for me!"
He's on my dome, ain't no motherfuckin sympathy
I grabbed my heat and started dumpin, hit the do'
scot loc and who did I see?
Octavia, pussy wet, drunk on the
out on her stomach with her pants hangin down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit ain't no joke loc, fuckin a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} is gettin gunned down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, I don't about where y'all from
but it ain't goin down where I'm
Fuckin a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Shit is real, check it out
Woke up the next day, cut on my arm
One on my and head, more knots than Barry Vaughn
Called the hoe up and cussed her ass out
She had the nerve to ask why a turned the party out?
I scream 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 stayed home and listened to my first mind
Cause now a nigga's down mad at the world
Lookin like the Elephant Man with a curl
Sittin at killa King forty-fo' stitches
Fuckin with parties and these punk ass bitches
Fuck a party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, Fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
This shit is real loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ay Toones, tell motherfuckers
Fuckin with a house
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} nuttin but motherfuckin bandana swingin
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Y'all know what time it is
Bandana loc, ha hah
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin with a party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Fuckin with a house party!