Fuckin' Wit Uh House Party - WC

"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 bitch 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 shit, played out with Cooley High 
Even in the movie Damon caught a black eye bitch! 
Ain't no peace treaty motherfuckers 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, 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 dick all down this bitch 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, fuckin with house party 
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!" 
{WC} Shit 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 bitches 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 fuck 
Straight trippin off 40's, hoodrats and shit 
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, "Fuck your set!" That's when I heard the music stop 

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

Stretched out on the flo', gettin fucked up 
All I saw was knucklehammers and bottom of niggaz Chuck's 
Bitches screamin, "Kick that nigga ass for me!" 
He's teemin on my dome, ain't no motherfuckin sympathy 
I grabbed my heat and started d