Da di da da, da I like the phrase Da di da da, da La Let me tell you, I'm out of here From a very far away place Oh, the 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 Shake that body, party that body Please Shake that body, party that body Please Shake that body, party that body Hey baby, you forget your Ray-Bans And my sheets still orange from your spray tan It was more than soft porn for the gay man She remember my sprinters and I wasn't a great fan I'm real cutie, I like your bougie booty Well, let's make a movie Hell, you know my repertoire, it's like a wrestle I show you the rope, connect the dots A country girl in a Hollywood Mama used to cook bread, beans and rice Now it's Denny's four 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 *** 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 motha***a on first class People went out of their way so you could check in the extra bag Now you wanna divide the yam like you'd equate the math That *** don't add up, you're making her mad as *** She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper I said, don't be spinning around 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's still good, dawg The head's still good, dawg Make me sing along, let's sort of play Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical Make me get spiritual, make me believe in miracles I'm out of here, I'm from America, by the way That'll not hurt me Five buddies all huddled up on a Thursday Model service, head service, I came in first place The opportunity, the proper type of breast and booty cheek Hip-hop community, I mean, these bitches come with union feet And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets Then my shoe release, she was kicking niggas to a tee And yeah, G, I was all for it She said, K-Lamar, you're kinda dumb to be a part I'ma put you in game for the lamers that don't know their 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, trying to make it into the city Breakneck speed, pass it to see 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 C-job, somebody gon' get fired I was uninspired since Lauren here retired And three stacks, man, you preaching to the choir Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary I done got the whiskey and paid secretaries For all my niggas with babies by bitches That use they kids as meal tickets Not knowing that disconnect from the father The next generation will be the real victims I can't fault them, really I remember Emma told my boy no matter what happens She ain't going back to Philly Back to our regularly scheduled programming Of weak content and slow jamming But don't worry, this one's so jamming You know what L.A. is so jamming I be thinking every day, my holland tie I need to put up some goddamn barricades I be paranoid every time Depressive, the problem ain't I be driving The problem is I be texting my psychiatrist Got kids that I inspire First song they played for me was about their friend that just died Texting and driving down my holland drive That's why I'd rather take the 405 I be worried about my daughter, I be worried about Kim But Saint is baby, yeah, I ain't worried about him Have my life threatened by best friends When self is intense, what I'm supposed to do? Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tents Every agent I know, know I hate agents I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant Something smelling like ***, that's the new fragrance It just mean I do it my way, bitch Some days I'm in my ED, some days I'm in my Vans If I knew y'all made plans, I wouldn't have popped a Xans I know some fans thought I wouldn't rap like this again But the writers block us over, MCs cancel your plans A 38-year-old, 8-year-old, a rich nigga problems Told my wife that I hate the road, so I don't ever drive it It took 6 months to get the Maybach, I'm at it out And my assistant crashed as soon as they backed it out Goddamn, got a bar fade, I might slam Pink fur, Gatnori dressing like Cam Thank God for me Whole family getting money, thank God for E I love rocking jewelry, a whole neck full Bitches say he funny and disrespectful I feel like Pablo when I'm working on my shoes I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news I feel like Pablo when I'm working on my house Telling parties in here we don't need to go out We need the turbo thoughts, high speed turbo thoughts Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop it like RoboCop She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick could do that She keep pushing me back, good dick could do that She push me back with her dick, go 2D This good dick could put your ass to sleep Get money, money, money, money, money, money Big, big money, money, money, money, money And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love them Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty mother***er I just keep on loving you baby And there's no one else I know can take your place Please, no more parties in LA Please, baby, no more parties in LA No more parties in LA Please, baby, no more parties in LA No more parties in LA Please, baby, no more parties in LA Let me tell you, I'm out here from a very far away place Oh, what a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far Thanks for watching!