No More Parties in L.A.

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

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)

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

Scary

Scary

No more parties in LA

Please, baby, no more parties in LA

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

Andre 3000, 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, LA, 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 Km

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

I just keep on lovin' you, baby

And there's no one else I know who can take your place

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)

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