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 recognized the right 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 she was givin and niggaz was dippin
She wanted me and my crew to come and
I couldn't CJ, Toones was out of town
And and Cube wasn't out nowhere to be found
And all that bendin solo shit, out with Cooley 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 chosin
So what makes you think I'm comin out hoe?
You be on Triple D: Dick, Dope and Dynamite
She kept that security was tight
And if I came, we'd both be tonight
So I jumped off my kizznouch, a coat and my coat
my dick all down this bitch throat
Loaded up my heater, the black 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!"
Uh-huh, uh-huh, fuckin 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 down, the music got the whole block blastin
And all I see is titties and bitches with big
I make 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
on my side, plus I'm high as fuck
Straight trippin off 40's, hoodrats and
With niggaz tatted on they ankles and wrists
And all these next to empty bottles of Hennesey
An indication of gangbangin activity
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 when I heard the music
"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', fucked up
All I saw was knucklehammers and bottom of niggaz
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'
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!"
Shit ain't no joke loc, fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Niggaz is gettin down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, I don't about where y'all from
but it ain't goin down where I'm
Fuckin a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Shit is real, check it out
Woke up the day, little 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 turned the party out?
I scream on that bitch, I banged on that bitch
Nutted up on that bitch, hung up on the
Stank-ass skank got crossin enemy lines
I stayed home and listened to my first mind
Cause now a nigga's layin down mad at the
Lookin like the Elephant Man with a jheri
at killa King with forty-fo' stitches
Fuckin with these 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!"
This shit is real loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ay Toones, tell these
Fuckin a house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ain't nuttin but motherfuckin bandana
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Y'all know what 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!