No More Parties In LA
(专辑: The Life Of Pablo - 2016)
[Johnny "Guitar" Watson and Junie Morrison:] La-di-da-da-a, da-a (I like this flavor) La-da-da-da-di-da-da-a, la-a (La-a, la-a, la-a) 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 [Kanye West, Junie Morrison and Ghostface Killah:] 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 bod-) Please (Shake that body, party that bod-) Please (Shake that body, party that body) [Kendrick Lamar and 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 niggas 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 shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, I
think That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I
mean He flew you in this motherfucker 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 shit don't add up, you're making him 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 dealing with malpractice, don't kill a
good nigga'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 Make me 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 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 kinda dumb to be a
poet I'ma put you on game for the
lames that don't know they're a
rookie Instagram is the
best way to promote some pussy" [Kanye West:] Scary, scary No more parties in L.A. Please, baby, no more parties in L.A. [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 bitches wouldn't let me on first base A
backpack nigga with luxury tastebuds 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 got hired When I
get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired I
was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired And 3
Stacks, man, you preaching to the
choir Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary I
done got Lewinsky'd and paid secretaries For all my niggas with babies by bitches 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 weak content and 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 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 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 Had my life threatened by best friends with 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 shit, that's the
new fragrance It's just me, I
do it my way, bitch 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 thought I
wouldn't rap like this again But the
writer's block is over; MCs, cancel your plans A
38-year-old 8-year-old with rich nigga problems Tell my wife that I
hate the
Rolls so I
don't never drive it It took six months to get the
Maybach all matted out And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out Goddamn! Got a
bald fade, I
might slam Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam Thank God for me! (Los Angeles) 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, 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 your ass to sleep Get money (Money, money, money)! Big, big money (Money, money, money!) And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I
love 'em Even the
one that stole the
laptop, you dirty motherfucker! [Larry Graham:] I
just keep on loving you, baby And there's no one else I
know can take your pla-, pla-, pla [Kanye West, Junie Morrison and Ghostface Killah:] Please, no more parties in L.A. (Shake that body, party that body) Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh (Shake that body, party that body) No more parties in L.A. (Los Angeles) Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more parties in L.A. Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh [Junie Morrison:] 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 Swish