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f*****' Wit Uh House Party Lyrics

"L.A.! Californ-I-A!" [x4]

It all started on a Saturday night, I was at the Tilt
Faded off a eightball, when I got the phone call
I recognized the voice right off the bat
Octavia, a.k.a. the neighbor-hood-rat
I used to run up in her but I had to play broke
cause the b**** was known to twist mo' than hundred spokes
Talkin bout a party she was givin and n***** was dippin
She wanted me and my crew to come through and
I couldn't find CJ, Toones was out of town
And Mack and Cube wasn't out nowhere to be found
And all that bendin solo s***, played out with Cooley High
Even in the movie Damon caught a black eye b****!
Ain't no peace treaty m************ is losin
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many n***** chosin
So what makes you think I'm comin out tonight hoe?
You must be on Triple D: d***, Dope and Dynamite
She kept claimin that security was tight
And if I came, we'd both be comin tonight
So I jumped off my kizznouch, grabbed a coat and my coat
Picturin my d*** all down this b**** throat
Loaded up my heater, took the black nina
Jumped in my rizzide, headed for the Westside
Rollin in the rigga with the naughty
b**pin "Flashlight" fool, headed for the party

"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
[WC] Uh-huh, uh-huh, f***** with house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
[WC] s*** ain't safe
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
[WC] Kids don't try this at home
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"

It's goin down, the music got the whole block blastin
And all I see is t****** and b****** with big a****
I couldn't make it through, I had to go back
and park around the corner cause the street was packed
So now I'm bailin to the party, eyes d*** near shut
Heater on my side, plus I'm high as f***
Straight trippin off 40's, hoodrats and s***
With n***** names tatted on they ankles and wrists
And all these Cutlasses next to empty bottles of Hennesey
An early indication of g*******in activity
Got to the do', no security in sight
Just n***** ridin on me, what that whoopty-woop like?
I felt like I straight mark, walkin in the house
Gettin punked by n***** too young to get in Magic Mountain
So I rolled back on em, right on the spot
Told em, "f*** your set!" That's when I heard the music stop
"Hey n**** what that stand for on your arm?"
"Ni-n***** havin cash"
"You mean n***** havin a collision"
"Get that n****!"
"Don't let that n**** fall!
Don't let him fall!"

Stretched out on the flo', gettin f***** up
All I saw was knucklehammers and bottom of n***** Chuck's
b****** screamin, "Kick that n**** a** for me!"
He's teemin on my dome, ain't no m*********** sympathy
I grabbed my heat and started dumpin, hit the back do'
scot free loc and who did I see?
Octavia, p**** wet, drunk on the ground
Passed out on her stomach with her pants hangin down

"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
[WC] s*** ain't no joke loc, f***** with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
[WC] n***** is gettin gunned down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
[WC] Ha hah, I don't know about where y'all from
but it ain't goin down where I'm from
f***** with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
[WC] s*** is real, check it out
Woke up the next day, little cut on my arm
One on my eyes and head, more knots than Barry Vaughn
Called the hoe up and cussed her punk a** out
She had the nerve to ask why a n**** turned the party out?
n**** I scream on that b****, I banged on that b****
Nutted up on that b****, hung up on the b****
Stank-a** s**** got n***** crossin enemy lines
I should've stayed home and listened to my first mind
Cause now a n****'s layin down mad at the world
Lookin like the Elephant Man with a jheri curl
Sittin at killa King with forty-fo' stitches
f***** with these parties and these punk a** b******
f*** a house party!

"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
[WC] Ha hah, youknowhatI'msayin? f***** with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
[WC] This s*** is real loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
[WC] Ay Toones, tell these m************
f***** with a house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
[WC] Ain't nuttin but m*********** bandana swingin

"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
[WC] Y'all know what time it is
Bandana season loc, ha hah
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
[WC] f***** with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
[WC] f***** with a house party!
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