(Intro – Junie Morrison)
La di da di da, da
I like this flavor
La di da di da, la
Let me tell you
I’m out here from a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far
(Chorus – Kanye West)
No more parties in LA
Please, baby, no more parties in LA, uh
No more parties in LA
Please, baby, no more parties in LA, uh
No more, Los Angeles
Please shake that body, party that bod
Please shake that body, party that body
Please shake that body, party that body
(Verse 1 – Kendrick Lamar & Kanye West)
Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your 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 your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let’s make a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the dots
A country girl that love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red beans and rice
Now it’s Denny’s, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite
Liquor pouring and ni**as swarming your section with erection
Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians
R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers
Music and iPhone cameras
This s**t unanimous for you, it’s damaging for you, one thing
That pu**y should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew you in this motherf**ker on first class
Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag
Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math?
That s**t don’t add up, you’re making them mad as f**k
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 dealing with malpractice, don’t kill a good ni**a’s confidence
Just cause he a nerd and you don’t know what a condom is
The head still good though, the head still good though
Ladies say Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Make a ni**a 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 bi**hes come with union fee
And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets
Then my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuity
And yeah G, I was all for it
She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet
I’mma put you on game for the lames that don’t know they’re a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote some pu**y
(Chorus – 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 something pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the first place
Second class bi**hes wouldn’t let me on first base
A backpack ni**a with luxury taste buds
And the Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
Got pu**y from beats I did for ni**as 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, somebody gon get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choir
Any rumor you heard about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my ni**as with babies by bi**hes
That use their kids as meal tickets
Not knowing 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 going back to Philly
Back to our regularly scheduled programming
Of week content of slow jamming
But don’t worry, this one’s so jamming
You know it, L.A., it’s so jamming
I be thinking every day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn 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 Drive
That’s why I’d rather take the 405
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 with a bulletproof car and some tints?
Every agent I know know I hate agents
I’m too black, I’m too vocal, I’m too flagrant
Something smelling like s**t, that’s the new fragrance
It’s just me, I do it my way, bi**h
Some days I’m in my Yeezys, some days I’m in my Vans
If I knew y’all made plans I wouldn’t have popped the Xans
I know some fans who thought I wouldn’t rap like this again
But the writer’s block is over, emcees cancel your plans
I’m 38 years old, a 8 year old with rich ni**a problems
Tell my wife that I hate the road so I ain’t never driving
It took 6 months to take the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant crashed as soon as they backed it out
Got damn, got up off fade, I might slam
Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me
Whole family getting money, thank God for E!
I love rocking jewelry, a whole neck full
Bi**hes 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 d**k’ll do that
She keep pushing me back, good d**k’ll do that
She push me back when the d**k go too deep
This good d**k’ll put your 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, you dirty motherf**ker
(Bridge – Larry Graham)
I just keep on loving you, baby
And there’s no one else I know who can take your place
(Chorus – Kanye West)
Please, no more parties in LA
Please, baby, no more parties in LA, uh
No more parties in LA
Please, baby, no more parties in LA, uh
No more parties in LA
Please, baby, no more parties in LA, uh
No more, Los Angeles
(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
Crowd cheering
