"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