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"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 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**t, played out with Cooley High
Even in the movie Damon caught a black eye b*tch!
Ain't no peace treaty motherfkers is losin
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many chosin
So what makes you think I'm comin out tonight hoe?
You must be on Triple D: d*ck, 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*ck 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, fkin with house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
WC s**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 t*ts and girls 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 d*mn near shut
Heater on my side, plus I'm high as fk
Straight trippin off 40's, hoodrats and s**t
With names tatted on they ankles and wrists
And all these Cutlasses next to empty bottles of Hennesey
An early indication of g*ngb*ngin activity
Got to the do', no security in sight
Just ridin on me, what that whoopty-woop like?
I felt like I straight mark, walkin in the house
Gettin punked by too young to get in Magic Mountain
So I rolled back on em, right on the spot
Told em, "fk your set!" That's when I heard the music stop
"Hey nigg* what that stand for on your arm?"
"Ni- havin cash"
"You mean havin a collision"
"Get that nigg*!"
"Don't let that nigg* fall!
Don't let him fall!"
Stretched out on the flo', gettin fked up
All I saw was knucklehammers and bottom of Chuck's
girls screamin, "Kick that nigg* as* for me!"
He's teemin on my dome, ain't no motherfkin sympathy
I grabbed my heat and started dumpin, hit the back do'
scot free loc and who did I see?
Octavia, p*ssy wet, drunk on the ground
Passed out on her stomach with her pants hangin down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
WC s**t ain't no joke loc, fkin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
WC 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
fkin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
WC s**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 as* out
She had the nerve to ask why a nigg* turned the party out?
nigg* 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 sk*nk got crossin enemy lines
I should've stayed home and listened to my first mind
Cause now a nigg*'s layin down mad at the world
Lookin like the Elephant Man with a jheri curl
Sittin at killa King with forty-fo' stitches
fkin with these parties and these punk as* girls
fk a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
WC Ha hah, youknowhatI'msayin? fkin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
WC This s**t is real loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
WC Ay Toones, tell these motherfkers
fkin with a house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
WC Ain't nuttin but motherfkin 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 fkin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
WC fkin with a house party!