[00:00.00]Intro: Junie Morrison
[00:00.01]La di da di da, da
[00:05.59]I like this flavor
[00:06.66]La di da di da, la
[00:15.06]Let me tell you
[00:15.94]I'm out here from a very far away place
[00:21.22]All for a chance to be a star
[00:24.20]Nowhere seems to be too far
[00:26.20]Hook: Kanye West
[00:26.21]No more parties in LA
[00:27.75]Please, baby, no more parties in LA, uh
[00:31.07]No more parties in LA
[00:33.02]Please, baby, no more parties in LA, uh
[00:36.16]No more (Los Angeles)
[00:38.12]Please (shake that body, party that bod-)
[00:40.64]Please (shake that body, party that body)
[00:42.88]Please (shake that body, party that body)
[00:45.89]Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar & Kanye West
[00:46.29]Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
[00:48.63]And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
[00:51.18]It was more than soft porn for the K-man
[00:53.48]She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van"
[00:56.20]Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty
[00:58.51]Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie
[01:01.26]Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler
[01:03.72]I show you the ropes, connect the dots
[01:04.92]A country girl that love Hollywood
[01:06.68]Mama used to cook red beans and rice
[01:08.60]Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite
[01:10.96]Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection
[01:13.80]Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians
[01:16.31]R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers
[01:19.08]Music and iPhone cameras
[01:20.42]This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
[01:22.72]That nigga should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
[01:25.80]He flew you in this mother****er on first class
[01:28.55]Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag
[01:31.05]Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math?
[01:33.44]That shit don't add up, you're making them mad as ****
[01:36.14]She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper
[01:38.40]I said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards
[01:41.02]You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence
[01:43.71]Just cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is
[01:46.23]The head still good though, the head still good though
[01:49.83]Make me say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
[01:52.33]Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical
[01:54.78]Make me get spiritual
[01:56.14]Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Cap'n Crunch cereal
[01:59.75]Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me
[02:02.41]Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday
[02:04.61]Bottle service, head service, I came in first place
[02:07.28]The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek
[02:09.86]The pop community, I mean these niggas come with union fee
[02:12.43]And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets
[02:14.93]Then my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuity
[02:17.46]And yeah G, I was all for it
[02:19.55]She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet
[02:21.86]I'mma put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a rookie
[02:24.99]Instagram is the best way to promote some shit
[02:28.37]Hook: Kanye West
[02:28.84]Scary
[02:30.93]Scary
[02:33.61]No more parties in LA
[02:35.22]Please, baby, no more parties in LA
[02:38.02]Verse 2: Kanye West
[02:38.54]Friday night tryna make it into the city
[02:40.41]Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty
[02:42.85]Thinking back to how I got here in the first place
[02:45.36]Second class niggas wouldn't let me on first base
[02:48.13]A backpack nigga with luxury taste buds
[02:50.78]And the Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
[02:53.19]Got niggas from beats I did for niggas more famous
[02:55.62]When did I become A list? I wasn't even on a list
[02:58.19]Strippers get invited to where they only get hired
[03:00.80]When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
[03:03.28]I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
[03:05.70]And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choir
[03:08.41]Any rumor you heard about me was true and legendary
[03:11.06]I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
[03:13.77]For all my niggas with babies by bitches
[03:16.17]That use their kids as meal tickets
[03:18.70]Not knowing the disconnect from the father
[03:21.34]The next generation will be the real victims
[03:23.77]I can't fault 'em really
[03:25.39]I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly
[03:28.65]Back to our regularly scheduled programmin'
[03:31.74]Of weak content of slow jammin'
[03:34.75]But don't worry, this one's so jammin'
[03:37.00]You know it, L.A., it's so jammin'
[03:39.67]I be thinkin' every day
[03:41.65]Mulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn barricades
[03:44.09]I be paranoid every time
[03:45.82]The pressure, the problem ain't I be drivin'
[03:48.02]The problem is I be textin'
[03:49.44]My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired
[03:51.89]First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died
[03:54.24]Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive
[03:57.00]That's why I'd rather take the 405
[03:59.62]I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
[04:01.83]But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
[04:04.37]I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
[04:07.08]What I'm supposed to do?
[04:07.75]Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints?
[04:09.78]Every agent I know know I hate agents
[04:12.44]I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant
[04:14.80]Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance
[04:17.41]It's just me, I do it my way, nigga
[04:20.11]Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans
[04:22.33]If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't have popped the Xans
[04:25.13]I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
[04:27.53]But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your plans
[04:30.03]I'm 38 years old, a 8 year old with rich nigga problems
[04:32.72]Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I ain't never drive it
[04:35.28]It took 6 months to take the Maybach all matted out
[04:37.69]And my assistant crashed as soon as they backed it out
[04:40.21]God damn, got a bald fade, I might slam
[04:42.98]Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me
[04:48.08]Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E!
[04:50.49]I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full
[04:53.26]Niggas say he funny and disrespectful
[04:55.75]I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes
[04:58.23]I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news
[05:00.69]I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house
[05:03.22]Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out
[05:05.60]We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
[05:08.28]Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like Robocop
[05:10.86]She brace herself and hold my stomach, good nigga'll do that
[05:13.51]She keep pushing me back, good nigga'll do that
[05:15.92]She push me back when the nigga go too deep
[05:18.21]This good nigga'll put your ass to sleep
[05:21.33]Get money, money, money, money
[05:22.67]Big, big money, money, money, money
[05:25.66]And as far as real friends, tell my cousins I love 'em
[05:28.80]Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty mother****er
[05:31.22]Bridge: Larry Graham
[05:32.16]I just keep on lovin' you, baby
[05:37.05]And there's no one else I know who can take your place
[05:40.95]Hook: Kanye West
[05:41.63]Please, no more parties in LA
[05:44.13]Please, baby, no more parties in LA, uh
[05:46.86]No more parties in LA
[05:49.33]Please, baby, no more parties in LA, uh
[05:52.03]No more parties in LA
[05:54.41]Please, baby, no more parties in LA, uh
[05:57.25]No more (Los Angeles)
[05:58.89]Outro
[05:57.25]I'm out here from a very far away place
[06:03.09]All for a chance to be a star
[06:06.09]Nowhere seems to be too far
[06:09.85]*Crowd cheering*

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
Hook: 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 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, one thing
That nigga should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew you in this mother****er 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 them mad as ****
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 niggas 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 shit
Hook: 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 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 programmin'
Of weak content of 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, nigga
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 nigga problems
Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I ain't never drive it
It took 6 months to take the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant crashed as 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
Niggas 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 nigga'll do that
She keep pushing me back, good nigga'll do that
She push me back when the nigga go too deep
This good nigga'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 mother****er
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 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
*Crowd cheering*