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La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor) 00:01
La da da da di da da-a, la-a 00:06
Let me tell you, I'm out here 00:11
From a very far away place 00:16
All for a chance to be a star 00:19
Nowhere seems to be too far 00:24
No more parties in L.A 00:26
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh 00:27
No more parties in L.A 00:30
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh 00:32
No more (Los Angeles) 00:35
Please (shake that body, party that bod-) 00:37
Please (shake that body, party that body) 00:40
Please (shake that body, party that body) 00:42
Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans 00:45
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan 00:48
It was more than soft porn for the K-man 00:50
She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van" 00:53
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty 00:55
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie 00:58
Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler 01:01
I show you the ropes, connect the dots 01:03
A country girl that love Hollywood 01:05
Mama used to cook red beans and rice 01:06
Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite 01:07
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection 01:10
Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians 01:13
R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers 01:15
Music and iPhone cameras 01:18
This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, I think 01:20
That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean 01:22
He flew you in this motherfucker on first class 01:25
Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag 01:28
Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math? 01:30
That shit don't add up, you're making him mad as fuck 01:33
She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper 01:35
I said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards 01:38
You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence 01:40
Just cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is 01:43
The head still good though, the head still good though 01:46
Make me say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" 01:49
Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical 01:52
Make me get spiritual 01:54
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Cap'n Crunch cereal 01:56
Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me 01:59
Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday 02:02
Bottle service, head service, I came in first place 02:04
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek 02:07
The pop community, I mean these bitches come with union fee 02:10
And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets 02:12
Then my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuity 02:15
And yeah G, I was all for it 02:17
She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet 02:19
I'mma put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a rookie 02:22
Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy 02:25
Scary 02:27
Scary 02:30
No more parties in L.A 02:32
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A 02:35
Friday night tryna make it into the city 02:37
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty 02:40
Thinking back to how I got here in the first place 02:42
Second class bitches wouldn't let me on first base 02:45
A backpack nigga with luxury taste buds 02:48
And the Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs 02:50
Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous 02:53
When did I become A list? I wasn't even on a list 02:55
Strippers get invited to where they only get hired 02:58
When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired 03:00
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired 03:03
Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary 03:06
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries 03:11
For all my niggas with babies by bitches 03:14
That use they kids as meal tickets 03:16
Not knowing the disconnect from the father 03:19
The next generation will be the real victims 03:21
I can't fault 'em really 03:24
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly 03:25
Back to our regularly scheduled programmin' 03:29
Of weak content and slow jammin' 03:32
But don't worry, this one's so jammin' 03:35
You know it, L.A., it's so jammin' 03:37
I be thinkin' every day 03:40
Mulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn barricades 03:42
I be paranoid every time 03:44
The pressure, the problem ain't I be drivin' 03:46
The problem is I be textin' 03:48
My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired 03:49
First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died 03:52
Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive 03:54
That's why I'd rather take the 405 03:57
I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim 04:00
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him 04:02
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents 04:04
What I'm supposed to do? 04:07
Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints? 04:08
Every agent I know, know I hate agents 04:10
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant 04:12
Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance 04:14
It's just me, I do it my way, bitch 04:17
Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans 04:19
If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't have popped the Xans 04:22
I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again 04:24
But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your plans 04:27
A 38-year-old 8-year-old with rich nigga problems 04:29
Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it 04:32
It took 6 months to get the Maybach all matted out 04:35
And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out 04:37
God damn, got a bald fade, I might slam 04:40
Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me 04:42
Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E! 04:46
I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full 04:50
Bitches say he funny and disrespectful 04:52
I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes 04:55
I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news 04:57
I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house 05:00
Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out 05:02
We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots 05:05
Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like Robocop 05:08
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that 05:10
She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that 05:13
She push me back when the dick go too deep 05:15
This good dick'll put your ass to sleep 05:18
Get money, money, money, money 05:20
Big, big money, money, money, money 05:22
And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love 'em 05:25
Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker 05:28
I just keep on lovin' you, baby 05:30
And there's no one else I know who can take your place 05:34
Please, no more parties in L.A 05:40
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh 05:43
No more parties in L.A 05:46
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh 05:49
No more parties in L.A 05:51
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh 05:54
No more (Los Angeles) 05:57
I'm out here from a very far away place 05:59
All for a chance to be a star 06:02
Nowhere seems to be too far 06:06
SWISH 06:09
06:11

No More Parties In LA – English Lyrics

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By
Kanye West, Kendrick Lamar
Album
The Life Of Pablo
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Lyrics & Translation

Discover the complex lyrical flow of modern hip-hop with 'No More Parties In LA.' This track is perfect for students of English who want to practice deciphering idiomatic expressions, cultural satire, and the fast-paced, rhythmic delivery of two of music's most prolific storytellers.

[English]
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)
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
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
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Vocabulary Meanings

flavor

/ˈfleɪvər/

A2
  • noun
  • - the distinctive taste of a food or drink

bougie

/ˈbuːʒi/

C2
  • adjective
  • - aspiring to be upper-class or affluent

repertoire

/ˈrepərtwɑːr/

C1
  • noun
  • - a stock of skills or techniques that a person is able to perform

appetite

/ˈæpɪtaɪt/

B2
  • noun
  • - a natural desire to satisfy a bodily need, especially for food

swarming

/ˈswɔːrmɪŋ/

B2
  • verb
  • - to move in large numbers

unanimous

/juˈnænɪməs/

C1
  • adjective
  • - fully in agreement

exclusive

/ɪkˈskluːsɪv/

B2
  • adjective
  • - restricted or limited to a particular person or group

equate

/ɪˈkweɪt/

C1
  • verb
  • - to consider one thing to be the same as another

malpractice

/ˌmælˈpræktɪs/

C2
  • noun
  • - improper, illegal, or negligent professional activity

confidence

/ˈkɑːnfɪdəns/

B1
  • noun
  • - the feeling or belief that one can rely on someone or something

lyrical

/ˈlɪrɪkəl/

C1
  • adjective
  • - having an artistically expressive quality

spiritual

/ˈspɪrɪtʃuəl/

B2
  • adjective
  • - relating to the human spirit or soul

miracles

/ˈmɪrɪkəlz/

B2
  • noun
  • - an extraordinary event that is not explicable by natural laws

opportunity

/ˌɑːpərˈtuːnəti/

B1
  • noun
  • - a set of circumstances that makes it possible to do something

gratuity

/ɡrəˈtuːəti/

C1
  • noun
  • - a tip given to a waiter or other servant

paranoid

/ˈpærənɔɪd/

C1
  • adjective
  • - characterized by suspiciousness and a feeling of being persecuted

psychiatrist

/saɪˈkaɪətrɪst/

C1
  • noun
  • - a medical practitioner specializing in the diagnosis and treatment of mental illness

flagrant

/ˈfleɪɡrənt/

C2
  • adjective
  • - conspicuously or obviously offensive

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