No More Parties In L.A. chords by Kanye West
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No capo G La di da di da, da... D I like this flavor Em La di da di da, la... C Let me tell you G I'm out here from a very far away place D All for a chance to be a star Em C Nowhere seems to be too far!
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G No more parties in L.A D Please baby no more parties in L.A, uh Em No more parties in L.A C Please baby no more parties in L.A, uh G No more (Los Angeles) D Please (shake that body, party that body) Em Please (shake that body, party that body) C Please (shake that body, party that body) G Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans D And my sheets still orange from your spray tan Em It was more than soft porn for the K-man C She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van" G Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty D Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie Em Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler C I show you the ropes, connect the dots G A country girl that love Hollywood D Mama used to cook red beans and rice Em Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite C Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection G Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians D R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers Em Music and iPhone cameras C This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing G That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean D He flew you in this motherfucker on first class Em Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag C Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math? G That shit don't add up, you're making them mad as fuck D She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper Em I said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards C You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence G Just cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is D The head still good though, the head still good though Em Ladies say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" C Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical, make me get spiritual G Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Captain Crunch cereal D Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me Em Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday C Bottle service, head service, I came in first place G The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek D The pop community, I mean these bitches come with union fee Em And I walk through with ease, moving units through consumer streets C Then my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuity G And yeah G, I was all for it D She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet Em I'mma put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a rookie C Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy G Scary, scary D No more parties in LA Em Please baby, no more parties in LA C Friday night tryna make it into the city G Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty D Thinking back to how I got here in the first place Em Second class bitches wouldn't let me on first base C A backpack nigga with luxury taste buds G And a Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs D Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous Em When did I become A list? I wasn't even on a list C Strippers get invited to where they only get hired G When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired D I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired Em And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choir C Any rumor you heard about me was true and 🏷Legendary G I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries D For all my niggas with babies by bitches Em That use their kids as meal tickets C Not knowing the disconnect from the father G The next generation will be the real victims D I can't fault 'em really Em I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly C Back to our regularly scheduled programmin' G Of week content of slow jammin' D But don't worry, this one's so jammin' Em You know that L.A. is so jammin' C I be thinkin' every day G Mulholland Drive, need to put up some got damn barricades D I be paranoid every time Em The pressure, the problem ain't I be drivin' C The problem is I be textin' G My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired D First song they played to me was 'bout their friend that just died Em Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive C That's why I'd rather take the 405 G I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim D But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him Em I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents C What I'm supposed to do? G Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints? D Every agent I know know I hate agents Em I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant C Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance G It's just me, I do it my way, bitch D Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans Em If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't've popped the Xans C I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again G But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your plans D I'm 38 years old, a 8 year old with rich nigga problems Em Tell my wife that I hate the road so I ain't never drivin' C It took 6 months to take the Maybach all matted out G And my assistance crashed as soon as they backed it out D Got damn, got up of fade, I might slam Em Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me C Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E! G I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full D Bitches say he funny and disrespectful Em I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes C I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news G I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house D Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out Em We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots C Drop-drop-drop-drop it like Robocop G She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that D She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that Em She push me back when the dick go too deep C This good dick'll put your ass to sleep G Get money, money, money, money D Big, big money, money, money, money Em And as far as real friends tell my cousins I love 'em C Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker G D I just keep on lovin' you, baby Em C And there's no one else I know who can take your place G Please baby no more parties in LA, uh D Please baby no more parties in LA, uh Em No more parties in LA C Please baby no more parties in LA, uh G No more parties in LA D Please baby no more parties in LA, uh Em C No more (Los Angeles) G I'm out here from a very far away place D All for a chance to be a star Em C
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