Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin' Wit Uh House Party

"L.A.! Californ-I-A!" (repeat 4X)
It all started on a night, I was at the Tilt
Faded off a eightball, when I got the phone
I the voice right off the bat
Octavia, a.k.a. the
I used to run up in her but I had to broke
cause the bitch was known to twist mo' than hundred
Talkin bout a 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 and Cube wasn't out nowhere to be found
And all that bendin solo shit, played out with High
Even in the movie Damon a black eye bitch!
Ain't no peace treaty motherfuckers is
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many niggaz
So what makes you think I'm comin out tonight
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 jumped off my kizznouch, 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!"
Shit 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 make it through, I had to go back
and around the corner cause the street was packed
So now I'm to the party, eyes damn near shut
Heater on my side, plus I'm as fuck
Straight trippin off 40's, and shit
With niggaz names tatted on ankles 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, that whoopty-woop like?
I felt like I mark, walkin in the house
Gettin punked by niggaz too young to get in Magic
So I rolled back on em, right on the
Told em, "Fuck your set!" That's when I heard the music
"Hey nigga what that for on your arm?"
"Ni-niggaz cash"
"You mean havin a collision"
"Get nigga!"
"Don't let that fall!
let him fall!"
Stretched out on the flo', fucked up
All I saw was knucklehammers and bottom of Chuck's
screamin, "Kick that nigga ass for me!"
He's teemin on my dome, no motherfuckin sympathy
I grabbed my and started dumpin, hit the back do'
scot loc and who did I see?
Octavia, wet, drunk on the ground
Passed out on her stomach with her pants 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 where y'all
but it ain't goin where I'm from
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 eyes and head, more knots than 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 bitch
Nutted up on bitch, hung up on the bitch
Stank-ass skank got niggaz crossin enemy
I should've stayed home and listened to my first
Cause now a nigga's layin down mad at the
Lookin like the Elephant Man a jheri curl
Sittin at killa King with stitches
with these 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 these
with a house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} nuttin but motherfuckin 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} with a house party!