Fuckin' Wit Uh Houseparty (Explicit)

****in' Wit Uh Houseparty (Explicit) - WC

L A Californ-I-A

L A Californ-I-A

L A Californ-I-A

L A Californ-I-A

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**ch was known to twist

Mo' than hundred spokes

Talkin bout a party she was givin

And niggaz 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 sh*t

Played out with Cooley High

Even in the movie Damon caught a black eye b**ch

Ain't no peace treaty motherf**kers is losin

In nineteen-ninety-eight ain't too many niggaz chosin

So what makes you think I'm comin out tonight hoe

You must be on Triple D: Dick D**e 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 dick all down this b**ch throat

Loaded up my heater took the black nina

Jumped in my rizzide headed for the Westside

Rollin in the rigga with the naughty

Bumpin "Flashlight" fool headed for the party

"L A Californ-I-A "

"L A Californ-I-A "

"L A Californ-I-A "

"L A Californ-I-A "

It's goin down

The music got the whole block blastin

And all I see is titties and b**ches with big asses

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 damn near shut

Heater on my side

Plus I'm high as f**k

Straight trippin off 40's

Hoodrats and sh*t

With niggaz names tatted on they ankles and wrists

And all these Cutlasses next to empty bottles of Hennesey

An early indication of gangbangin activity

Got to the do' no security in sight

Just niggaz ridin on me what that whoopty-woop like

I felt like I straight mark walkin in the house

Gettin punked by niggaz too young to get in Magic Mountain

So I rolled back on em right on the spot

Told em "F**k your set "

That's when I heard the music stop

"Hey ni**a what that stand for on your arm "

"Ni-niggaz havin cash"

"You mean niggaz havin a collision"

"Get that ni**a "

"Don't let that ni**a fall

"Don't let him fall "

Stretched out on the flo' gettin f**ked up

All I saw was knucklehammers

And bottom of niggaz Chuck's

B**ches screamin "Kick that ni**a a** for me "

He's teemin on my dome ain't no motherf**kin sympathy

I grabbed my heat and started dumpin

Hit the back do' scot free loc and who did I see

Octavia p**sy wet drunk on the ground

Passed out on her stomach with her pants hangin down

Sh*t ain't no joke loc f**kin with a house party

Niggaz is gettin gunned down

Ha hah I don't know about where y'all from

But it ain't goin down where I'm from

F**kin with a house part

Sh*t 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 ni**a turned the party out

Ni**a I scream on that b**ch I banged on that b**ch

Nutted up on that b**ch hung up on the b**ch

Stank-a** skank got niggaz crossin enemy lines

I should've stayed home and listened to my first mind

Cause now a ni**a'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**kin with these parties and these punk a** b**ches

F**k a house party

Ha hah you know hat I'm sayin

F**kin with a house party

This sh*t is real loc you know what I'm sayin

Ay Toones tell these motherf**kers

F**kin with a house party

Ain't nuttin but motherf**kin bandana swingin

"L A Californ-I-A "

Y'all know what time it is

Bandana season loc ha hah

"L A Californ-I-A "

F**kin with a house party

"L A Californ-I-A "

F**kin with a house party