"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