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
Faded off a eightball, 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
Talkin bout a party she was and niggaz was dippin
She wanted me and my to come through and
I couldn't CJ, Toones was out of town
And Mack and Cube wasn't out nowhere to be
And all that bendin solo shit, out with Cooley High
Even in the movie Damon caught a eye bitch!
no peace treaty motherfuckers is losin
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many chosin
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, both be comin tonight
So I jumped off my kizznouch, grabbed a and my coat
Picturin my dick all this bitch throat
Loaded up my heater, took the nina
Jumped in my rizzide, headed for the
Rollin in the with the naughty
Bumpin "Flashlight" fool, for the party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Uh-huh, uh-huh, fuckin with party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} ain't safe
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Kids don't try this at
"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 couldn't it through, I had to go back
and park around the corner cause the was packed
So now I'm bailin to the party, damn near shut
Heater on my side, plus I'm as fuck
trippin off 40's, hoodrats and shit
With niggaz tatted on they ankles and wrists
And all these Cutlasses next to empty bottles of
An indication of gangbangin activity
Got to the do', no security in
niggaz ridin on me, what that whoopty-woop like?
I like 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 I heard the music stop
"Hey what 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', fucked up
All I saw was and bottom of niggaz Chuck's
screamin, "Kick that nigga ass for me!"
He's teemin on my dome, ain't no motherfuckin
I grabbed my and started dumpin, hit the back do'
free loc and who did I see?
Octavia, pussy wet, drunk on the
Passed out on her stomach with her pants hangin
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit ain't no loc, fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Niggaz is gettin gunned
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, I don't about where y'all from
but it goin down 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, more knots Barry Vaughn
Called the hoe up and her punk ass out
She had the nerve to ask why a nigga turned the 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 should've stayed home and listened to my first
Cause now a layin down mad at the world
Lookin like the Elephant Man a jheri curl
Sittin at killa King with forty-fo'
Fuckin these parties and these punk ass bitches
a house 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!"
Ay Toones, tell these motherfuckers
Fuckin with a house
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ain't nuttin but motherfuckin 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 a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin with a party!