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, I got the phone call
I the voice right 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 givin and was dippin
She me and my crew to come through and
I couldn't CJ, Toones was out of town
And Mack and wasn't out nowhere to be found
And all that bendin shit, played out with Cooley High
Even in the movie Damon caught a eye bitch!
Ain't no treaty motherfuckers is losin
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many chosin
So what makes you think I'm comin out hoe?
You must be on Triple D: Dick, Dope and
She kept claimin security was tight
And if I came, we'd both be comin
So I off my kizznouch, grabbed a coat and my coat
Picturin my all down this bitch throat
Loaded up my heater, took the black
Jumped in my rizzide, for the Westside
Rollin in the rigga with the
Bumpin "Flashlight" fool, headed for the
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Uh-huh, uh-huh, fuckin house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit ain't
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Kids don't try at home
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
It's goin down, the got the whole block blastin
And all I see is titties and bitches with big
I couldn't make it through, I had to go
and park the corner cause the street was packed
So now I'm bailin to the party, eyes near shut
Heater on my side, I'm high as fuck
Straight trippin off 40's, and shit
With niggaz names on they ankles and wrists
And all Cutlasses next to empty bottles of Hennesey
An early indication of gangbangin
Got to the do', no security in
Just niggaz ridin on me, that whoopty-woop like?
I felt like I 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 I heard the music stop
"Hey nigga that stand for on your arm?"
"Ni-niggaz cash"
"You mean niggaz a collision"
"Get nigga!"
"Don't let that 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 teemin on my dome, ain't no sympathy
I grabbed my 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 with her pants down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit ain't no joke loc, fuckin a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Niggaz is gettin gunned
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, I don't know about where from
but it ain't goin 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, knots than Barry Vaughn
Called the hoe up and cussed her ass out
She had the nerve to ask why a nigga turned the out?
Nigga I scream on that bitch, I banged on that
up on that bitch, hung up on the bitch
Stank-ass skank got crossin enemy lines
I should've stayed home and listened to my first
Cause now a nigga's down mad at the world
Lookin like the Man with a jheri curl
Sittin at killa King forty-fo' stitches
Fuckin with these parties and these punk ass
a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, Fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} This shit is loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ay Toones, these motherfuckers
Fuckin with a party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ain't 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 a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin a house party!