No More Parties In La Lyrics - Swish - Kanye West

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 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) 

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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 

Photos 

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 

Scary 

Scary 

No more parties in L.A 

Please, baby, no more parties in L.A 

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 

Any rumor you ever 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 

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 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) 

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