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WC

"f*ckin' Wit Uh House Party"

"L.A.! Californ-I-A!" (repeat 4X)

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*tch was known to twist mo' than hundred spokes
Talkin bout a party she was givin and n*ggas 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*tch!
Ain't no peace treaty motherf*ckers is losin
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many n*ggas trucin'
So what makes you think I'm comin out tonight ho?
You must be on Triple D: di*k, 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 di*k all down this b*tch 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!"
{WC} Uh-huh, uh-huh, f*ckin with house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} sh*t 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 titties and b*tches 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*ck
Straight trippin off 40's, hoodrats and sh*t
With n*ggas 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 n*ggas ridin on me, what that whoopty-woop like?
I felt like I straight mark, walkin in the house
Gettin punked by n*ggas too young to get in Magic Mountain
So I rolled back on em, right on the spot
Told em, "f*ck your set!" That's when I heard the music stop

"Hey n*gga what that stand for on your arm?"
"Ni-n*ggas havin cash"
"You mean n*ggas havin a collision"
"Get that n*gga!"
"Don't let that n*gga fall!
Don't let him fall!"

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

"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} sh*t ain't no joke loc, f*ckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} n*ggas 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*ckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} 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 Berry Farm
Called the ho up and cussed her punk ass out
She had the nerve to ask why a n*gga turned the party out?
n*gga I scream on that b*tch, I banged on that b*tch
Nutted up on that b*tch, hung up on the b*tch
Stank-ass skank got n*ggas crossin enemy lines
I should've stayed home and listened to my first mind
Cause now a n*gga'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*ckin with these parties and these punk ass b*tches
f*ck a house party!

"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, youknowhatI'msayin? f*ckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} This sh*t is real loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ay Toones, tell these motherf*ckers
f*ckin with a house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ain't nuttin but motherf*ckin 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*ckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} f*ckin with a house party!

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