F**kin' Wit Uh House Party (Explicit)

F**kin' Wit Uh Houseparty (explicit) - WC
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L A   Californ-I-A
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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 **** 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
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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
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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