Ft. Kendrick Lamar

(Intro)
La di da di da, da
I like this flavor
La di da di da, la
Let me tell ya 
I'm out here from a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far

(Hook: Kanye West)
No more parties in L.A.
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more parties in L.A.
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more (Los Angeles)
Please (shake that body, party that body) x3

(Verse: both)
Hey baby ya forgot yo Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from yo spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter, said 'I was in the grape van'
Uhm, well cutie, I like yo bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, ya know my repertoire is like a wrestler
I show ya the ropes, connect the dots
A country girl that love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, four in the mornin', spoil yo appetite
Liquor pourin' and niggas swarmin' yo section wit erection
Smoke in erry direction, middle finger pedestrians
R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers
Music and iPhone cameras
This shit unanimous for ya, it's damaging for ya , one thing
That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew ya in this muthafucka on first class
Even went out his way so ya could check in an extra bag
Now ya want to divide the yam like it equate the math?
That shit don't add up, you're makin' them mad as fuck
She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper
I said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards
You're dealin' wit malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence
Just cuz he a nerd and ya don't know what a condom is
The head still good tho', the head still good tho'
Ladies say 'Nam Myoho Renge Kyo'
Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical
Make me get spiritual
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Cap'n Crunch cereal
Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me
Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday
Bottle service, head service, I came in first place
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek
The pop community, I mean these bitches come wit union fee
And I want two of these, movin' units thru' consumer streets
Then my shoe released, she was kickin' in gratuity
And yeah G, I was all for it
She said K Lamar, ya kinda dumb to be a poet
I'mma put ya on game for the lames that don't know they're a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote sum' pussy

(Hook: Kanye West)
Scary, scary
No more parties in LA
Please, baby, no more parties in LA

(Verse 2: Kanye West)
Friday night tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat sumthin' pretty
Thinkin' back to how I got here in the first place
Second class bitches wouldn't let me on first base
A backpack nigga wit luxury taste buds
And the Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous
When did I become A list? I wasn't even on a list
Strippers get invited to where they only get hired
When I get on my Steve Jobs, sumbody gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, ya preach it to the choir
Any rumor ya heard about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas wit babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal tickets
Not knowin' the disconnect from the father
The next generation will be the real victims
I can't fault 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't goin' back to Philly! Back to our regularly scheduled programming
Of weak content of slow jamming, but don't worry, this one's so jamming
Ya know it, L.A., it's so jamming, I be thinking every day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up sum' goddamn barricades
I be paranoid every time, the pressure, the problem ain't I be driving
The problem is I be texting, my psychiatrist got kids that I inspired
First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died
Texting and driving down Mulholland Dv.
That's why I'd rather take the four o five
I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
What I'm supposed to do?
Ride around wit a bulletproof car and sum' tints?
Every agent I know know I hate agents
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant
Sumthin' smelling like shit, that's the new fragrance
It's just me, I do it my way, bitch
Sum' days I'm in my Yeezys, sum' days I'm in my Vans
If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't have popped the Xans
I know sum' fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
But the writer's block is ova, emcees cancel yo plans
I'm thirty eight years old, a eightyear old wit rich nigga problems
Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I ain't neva drive it
It took six months to take the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant crashed as soon as they backed it out
God damn, got a bald fade, I might slam
Pink fur, got Nori dressin' like Cam, thank God for me
Whole family getting money, thank God for E!
I love rocking jewelry, a whole neck full
Bitches say he funny and disrespectful
I feel like Pablo when I'm working on my shoes
I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news
I feel like Pablo when I'm working on my house
Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out
We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like Robocop
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that
She keep pushing me back, good dick'll do that
She push me back when the dick go too deep
This good dick'll put yo ass to sleep
Get money, money, money, money
Big, big money, money, money, money
And as far as real friends, tell my cousins I love 'em
Even the one that stole the laptop, ya dirty muthafucka

(Bridge)
I just keep on loving ya, baby
And there's no one else I know who can take yo place

(Hook)

(Outro)
I'm out here from a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far
SWISH