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
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
cause the was known to twist mo' than hundred spokes
Talkin bout a party she was givin and was dippin
She wanted me and my to come through and
I find CJ, Toones was out of town
And Mack and wasn't out nowhere to be found
And all that bendin solo shit, out with Cooley High
in the movie Damon caught a black eye bitch!
Ain't no peace treaty motherfuckers is
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many niggaz
So makes you think I'm comin out tonight hoe?
You must be on Triple D: Dick, and Dynamite
She kept claimin that was tight
And if I came, we'd both be comin
So I jumped off my kizznouch, grabbed a and my coat
Picturin my dick all this bitch throat
Loaded up my heater, the black nina
in my rizzide, headed 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 with party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit ain't
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} 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 with big asses
I couldn't it through, I had to go back
and park the corner cause the street was packed
So now I'm bailin to the party, eyes damn near
Heater on my side, plus I'm as fuck
Straight off 40's, hoodrats and shit
With niggaz names tatted on they ankles and
And all these Cutlasses next to empty of Hennesey
An indication 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 by niggaz too young to get in Magic Mountain
So I back on em, right on the spot
em, "Fuck your set!" That's when I heard the music stop
"Hey nigga what that stand for on 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
screamin, "Kick that nigga ass for me!"
He's teemin on my dome, ain't no sympathy
I grabbed my heat and started dumpin, hit the do'
scot loc and who did I see?
Octavia, wet, drunk on the ground
Passed out on her stomach her pants hangin down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit ain't no joke loc, fuckin with a party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Niggaz is gettin down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, I don't know about where from
but it ain't goin down where I'm
Fuckin 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 and head, more knots than Barry Vaughn
the hoe up and cussed her punk 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 crossin enemy lines
I should've stayed home and listened to my mind
Cause now a nigga's down mad at the world
Lookin the Elephant Man with a jheri curl
Sittin at killa with forty-fo' stitches
Fuckin with parties and these punk ass bitches
Fuck a party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, youknowhatI'msayin? Fuckin with a party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} This shit is real loc,
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ay Toones, tell motherfuckers
Fuckin with a house
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Ain't nuttin but motherfuckin 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} with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin with a party!