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"Fuckin wit uh house party Lyrics"
Hands Of Destiny Lyrics
Like oils upon a canvas cast in silver, black, and grey The angry skies of autumn hold the distant sun at bay Mighty airborne armies waging battles in the sky The clouds are locked in conflict, sending thunderbolts to fly Yet in our abundant wisdom Man can't tame the sky, the mountains, or the sea Held beyond our understanding, helpless to deny The Hands of Destiny A monolithic menace reaches up to touch the sky Below, a tiny township, waiting, helpless to defy In a violent clamor sends a molten sea of flame Bringing forth destruction, leaving nothing to remain
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 th
Like oils upon a canvas cast in silver, black, and grey The angry skies of autumn hold the distant sun at bay Mighty airborne armies waging battles in the sky The clouds are locked in conflict, sending thunderbolts to fly Yet in our abundant wisdom Man can't tame the sky, the mountains, or the sea Held beyond our understanding, helpless to deny The Hands of Destiny A monolithic menace reaches up to touch the sky Below, a tiny township, waiting, helpless to defy In a violent clamor sends a molten sea of flame Bringing forth destruction, leaving nothing to remain
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 th
When Two Worlds Collide Lyrics
(Written by Roger Miller and Bill Anderson) Your world was so different From mine don't you see We just couldn't be close Though we tried. We both reached for heavens But ours weren't the same That's what happens When two worlds collide. Your world was made up Of things sweet and good My world could never Fit in, I wish it could. Two hearts lie in shambles And oh. how they've cried That's what happens When two worlds collide. --- Instrumental --- Your world was made up
e 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 whe
"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!"
{WC} Shit ain't no joke loc, fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Niggaz is gettin gunned down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} 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!"
{WC} 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 ho
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!"
{WC} Ha hah, youknowhatI'msayin? Fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} This shit is real loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ay Toones, tell these motherfuckers
Fuckin with a house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ain't nuttin but motherfuckin bandana swingin
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Y'all know what time it is
Bandana season loc, ha hah
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin with a house party
(Written by Roger Miller and Bill Anderson) Your world was so different From mine don't you see We just couldn't be close Though we tried. We both reached for heavens But ours weren't the same That's what happens When two worlds collide. Your world was made up Of things sweet and good My world could never Fit in, I wish it could. Two hearts lie in shambles And oh. how they've cried That's what happens When two worlds collide. --- Instrumental --- Your world was made up
e 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 whe
Teinidepressio Lyrics
kun nuorista puhutaan kateellisina muistellaan kuinka kulmilla salaa lihaa jahdataan ja kuka ajattelee kuinka pahalta tuntuu kun rappuk?yt?v?ss? valot syttyy ja ovi loksahtaa --------------------------------------------------------- miten ois pienet? ei voida menn? teille on porukat kotona m? haluun alleni jotain jolla p??see ja lujaa oot aivan liian nuori beibi, beibi, beibi, beibi mee pois teinidepressio teinidepressio teinidepressio depressio teinidepressio teinidepressio teinidepressio
I heard the music stop kun nuorista puhutaan kateellisina muistellaan kuinka kulmilla salaa lihaa jahdataan ja kuka ajattelee kuinka pahalta tuntuu kun rappuk?yt?v?ss? valot syttyy ja ovi loksahtaa --------------------------------------------------------- miten ois pienet? ei voida menn? teille on porukat kotona m? haluun alleni jotain jolla p??see ja lujaa oot aivan liian nuori beibi, beibi, beibi, beibi mee pois teinidepressio teinidepressio teinidepressio depressio teinidepressio teinidepressio teinidepressio
"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!"
{WC} Shit ain't no joke loc, fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Niggaz is gettin gunned down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} 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!"
{WC} 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 ho
The First Look Lyrics
1) I was standing on the banks of a river last night, when I gazed on a city so bright, pearly gates were being opened in the light I could see, Jesus standing with his arms opened wide C) Golden trumpets were sounding, Heaven's choir were gathering, all the angels were playing in perfect harmony, little babies were smiling, cripple children were walking, blinded eyes were being opened for the first look at Christ the king 2) There were many who were waiting near the portals that day, for their first glimpse of loved ones so dear, all their cares had been forgotten and their troubles were ore', as they stood on that beautiful shor
e up and cussed her punk ass out 1) I was standing on the banks of a river last night, when I gazed on a city so bright, pearly gates were being opened in the light I could see, Jesus standing with his arms opened wide C) Golden trumpets were sounding, Heaven's choir were gathering, all the angels were playing in perfect harmony, little babies were smiling, cripple children were walking, blinded eyes were being opened for the first look at Christ the king 2) There were many who were waiting near the portals that day, for their first glimpse of loved ones so dear, all their cares had been forgotten and their troubles were ore', as they stood on that beautiful shor
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!"
{WC} Ha hah, youknowhatI'msayin? Fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} This shit is real loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ay Toones, tell these motherfuckers
Fuckin with a house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ain't nuttin but motherfuckin bandana swingin
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Y'all know what time it is
Bandana season loc, ha hah
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin with a house party