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 the voice right 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 mo' than hundred spokes
bout a party she was givin and niggaz was dippin
She me and my crew to come through and
I couldn't find CJ, was out of town
And Mack and Cube wasn't out nowhere to be
And all that bendin solo shit, played out Cooley High
Even in the Damon caught a black eye bitch!
Ain't no peace treaty is losin
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many niggaz
So what makes you think I'm out tonight hoe?
You must be on Triple D: Dick, Dope and
She kept claimin that was tight
And if I came, we'd both be tonight
So I off my kizznouch, grabbed a coat and my coat
Picturin my dick all down this throat
Loaded up my heater, took the nina
Jumped in my rizzide, headed for the
Rollin in the rigga the naughty
"Flashlight" fool, headed for the party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Uh-huh, uh-huh, with house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit ain't
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Kids don't try this at home
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
It's goin down, the music got the block blastin
And all I see is titties and bitches big asses
I couldn't it through, I had to go back
and park around the corner cause the was packed
So now I'm to the party, eyes damn near shut
on my side, plus I'm high as fuck
Straight off 40's, hoodrats and shit
With niggaz names tatted on they and wrists
And all these Cutlasses to empty bottles of Hennesey
An early of gangbangin activity
Got to the do', no in sight
Just niggaz on me, what that whoopty-woop like?
I felt like I straight mark, in the house
Gettin punked by niggaz too young to get in Magic
So I back on em, right on the spot
Told em, "Fuck your set!" That's I heard the music stop
"Hey nigga what that stand for on arm?"
"Ni-niggaz cash"
"You mean havin a collision"
"Get nigga!"
"Don't let nigga fall!
let him fall!"
Stretched out on the flo', fucked up
All I saw was knucklehammers and bottom of niggaz
Bitches screamin, "Kick nigga ass for me!"
He's teemin on my dome, ain't no motherfuckin
I my heat and started dumpin, hit the back do'
scot loc and who did I see?
Octavia, pussy wet, on the ground
Passed out on her stomach her pants hangin down
"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 about y'all from
but it goin down where I'm from
with a house 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 her punk ass out
She had the to ask why a nigga turned the party out?
Nigga I scream on that bitch, I on that bitch
Nutted up on that bitch, up on the bitch
Stank-ass skank got niggaz crossin lines
I stayed home and listened to my first mind
Cause now a nigga's layin mad at the world
Lookin like the Elephant Man a jheri curl
Sittin at killa with forty-fo' stitches
with these parties and these punk ass bitches
Fuck a party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, youknowhatI'msayin? 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 these
Fuckin with a house
"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
Bandana loc, ha hah
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin with a party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin a house party!