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, 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 twist mo' hundred spokes
Talkin bout a party she was givin and niggaz was
She wanted me and my crew to come 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 treaty motherfuckers is losin
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many niggaz
So what you think I'm comin out tonight hoe?
You be on Triple D: Dick, Dope and Dynamite
She kept claimin that security was
And if I came, we'd be comin tonight
So I jumped off my kizznouch, grabbed a coat and my
Picturin my dick all this bitch throat
up my heater, took the black nina
Jumped in my rizzide, for the Westside
Rollin in the with the naughty
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!"
Kids don't try this 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 big asses
I make it through, I had to go back
and park around the corner cause the street was
So now I'm bailin to the party, eyes damn near
Heater on my side, plus I'm high as
trippin off 40's, hoodrats and shit
With niggaz tatted on they ankles and wrists
And all these Cutlasses next to bottles of Hennesey
An early of gangbangin activity
Got to the do', no security in
Just ridin on me, what that whoopty-woop like?
I felt I straight 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 I heard the music stop
"Hey nigga what stand for on your arm?"
"Ni-niggaz cash"
"You mean havin a collision"
"Get nigga!"
"Don't let nigga fall!
let him fall!"
Stretched out on the flo', gettin up
All I saw was and bottom of niggaz Chuck's
Bitches screamin, "Kick that ass for me!"
He's on my dome, ain't no motherfuckin sympathy
I grabbed my heat and started dumpin, hit the do'
free loc and who did I see?
Octavia, pussy wet, on the ground
Passed out on her stomach with her pants hangin
"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 know about where y'all from
but it ain't goin where I'm from
Fuckin 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 turned the party out?
Nigga I on that bitch, I banged on that bitch
up on that bitch, hung up on the bitch
Stank-ass skank got niggaz enemy lines
I should've home and listened to my first mind
Cause now a nigga's down mad at the world
Lookin like the Elephant Man a jheri curl
Sittin at killa King forty-fo' stitches
Fuckin these parties and these punk ass bitches
a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, youknowhatI'msayin? with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} This is real loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ay Toones, tell motherfuckers
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!"
Y'all know what time it is
Bandana loc, ha hah
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} with a house party!