Kanye West - No More Parties In L.A. lyrics

rate me

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