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    [Intro: Johnny "Guitar" Watson & Junie Morrison]
    La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor)
    La da da da di da da-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

    [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 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 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 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 pussy

    [Hook: Kanye West]
    No more parties in L. A
    Please, baby, no more parties in L. A

    [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 bitches wouldn't let me on first base
    A backpack nigga with 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, 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 niggas with babies by bitches
    That use they 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 programmin'
    Of weak content and slow jammin'
    But don't worry, this one's so jammin'
    You know it, L. A., it's so jammin'
    I be thinkin' 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 drivin'
    The problem is I be textin'
    My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired
    First song they played for me
    was 'bout their friend that just died
    Textin' and drivin' 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 smellin' 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
    who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
    But the writer's block is over, emcees 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 6 months to get the Maybach all matted out
    And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out
    God damn, got a bald fade, I might slam
    Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me
    Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E!
    I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full
    Bitches say he funny and disrespectful
    I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes
    I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news
    I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' 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 pushin' 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

    [Bridge: Larry Graham]
    I just keep on lovin' you, baby
    And there's no one else I know who can take your place

    [Hook: Kanye West]
    Please, 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 parties in L. A
    Please, baby, no more parties in L. A., uh
    No more (Los Angeles)

    [Outro: Junie Morrison]
    I'm out here from a very far away place
    All for a chance to be a star
    Nowhere seems to be too far

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