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 '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 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!' Uh-huh, uh-huh, fuckin with house party
 'L.A.! Californ-I-A!' Shit ain't safe
 'L.A.! Californ-I-A!' 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 dumpin, hit the back do'
 Scot free loc and who did I see?
 Octavia, pussy wet, drunk on the ground
 Passed out on her stomach with her pants hangin down
 'L.A.! Californ-I-A!' Shit ain't no joke loc, fuckin with a house party!
 'L.A.! Californ-I-A!' Niggas is gettin gunned down
 'L.A.! Californ-I-A!' Ha hah, I don't know about where y'all from
 But it ain't goin down where I'm from
 Fuckin with a house party!
 'L.A.! Californ-I-A!' Shit 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 ass out
 She had the nerve to ask why a nigga turned the party out?
 Nigga I scream on that bitch, I banged on that bitch
 Nutted up on that bitch, hung up on the bitch
 Stank-ass skank got niggaz crossin enemy lines
 I should've stayed home and listened to my first mind
 Cause now a nigga's layin down mad at the world
 Lookin like the Elephant Man with a jheri curl
 Sittin at killa King with forty-fo' stitches
 Fuckin with these parties and these punk ass bitches
 Fuck a house party!
 'L.A.! Californ-I-A!' Ha hah, you know what I'm sayin? Fuckin with a house party!
 'L.A.! Californ-I-A!' This shit is real loc, you know what I'm sayin?
 'L.A.! Californ-I-A!' Ay Toones, tell these motherfuckers
 Fuckin with a house party
 'L.A.! Californ-I-A!' Ain't nuttin but motherfuckin bandana swingin
 'L.A.! Californ-I-A!'
 'L.A.! Californ-I-A!' Y'all know what time it is
 Bandana season loc, ha hah
 'L.A.! Californ-I-A!' Fuckin with a house party!
 'L.A.! Californ-I-A!' Fuckin with a house party!
 
 
		
		
	
 
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