Kanye West – No More Parties In L.A. Chords

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K MAS DA was released on 2023-08-10

Capo: none

Strumming Pattern: D = Down, U = Up, - = pause
Strumming Pattern #1 - D D U D U D
Strumming Pattern #2 - D D D D D D D
Strumming Pattern #3 - D U D D - D U

GLa di da di da, da...
DI like this flavor
EmLa di da di da, la...
CLet me tell you
GI'm out here from a very far away place
DAll for a chance to be a star
EmNowhere seems to be too Cfar!
GNo more parties in L.A
DPlease baby no more parties in L.A, uh
EmNo more parties in L.A
CPlease baby no more parties in L.A, uh
GNo more (Los Angeles)
DPlease (shake that body, party that body)
EmPlease (shake that body, party that body)
CPlease (shake that body, party that body)
GHey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
DAnd my sheets still orange from your spray tan
EmIt was more than soft p*** for the K-man
CShe remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van"
GUhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty
DCome Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie
EmHell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler
CI show you the ropes, connect the dots
GA country girl that love Hollywood
DMama used to cook red beans and rice
EmNow it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite
CLiquor pouring and n***** swarming your section with erection
GSmoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians
DR&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers
EmMusic and iPhone cameras
CThis s*** unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
GThat p**** should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
DHe flew you in this motherf***er on first class
EmEven went out his way so you could check in an extra bag
CNow you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math?
GThat s*** don't add up, you're making them mad as f***
DShe said she came out here to find an A-list rapper
EmI said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards
CYou're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good n****'s confidence
GJust cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is
DThe head still good though, the head still good though
EmLadies say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
CMake a n**** say big words and act lyrical, make me get spiritual
GMake me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Captain Crunch cereal
DLord have mercy, thou will not hurt me
EmFive buddies all herded up on a Thursday
CBottle service, head service, I came in first place
GThe opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek
DThe pop community, I mean these b****** come with union fee
EmAnd I walk through with ease, moving units through consumer streets
CThen my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuity
GAnd yeah G, I was all for it
DShe said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet
EmI'mma put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a rookie
CInstagram is the best way to promote some p****
GScary, scary
DNo more parties in LA
EmPlease baby, no more parties in LA
CFriday night tryna make it into the city
GBreakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty
DThinking back to how I got here in the first place
EmSecond class b****** wouldn't let me on first base
CA backpack n**** with luxury taste buds
GAnd a Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
DGot p**** from beats I did for n***** more famous
EmWhen did I become A list? I wasn't even on a list
CStrippers get invited to where they only get hired
GWhen I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
DI was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
EmAnd 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choir
CAny rumor you heard about me was true and legendary
GI done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
DFor all my n***** with babies by b******
EmThat use their kids as meal tickets
CNot knowing the disconnect from the father
GThe next generation will be the real victims
DI can't fault 'em really
EmI remember Amber told my boy no
matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly
CBack to our regularly scheduled programmin'
GOf week content of slow jammin'
DBut don't worry, this one's so jammin'
EmYou know that L.A. is so jammin'
CI be thinkin' every day
GMulholland Drive, need to put up some got damn barricades
DI be paranoid every time
EmThe pressure, the problem ain't I be drivin'
CThe problem is I be textin'
GMy psychiatrist got kids that I inspired
DFirst song they played to me was 'bout their friend that just died
EmTextin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive
CThat's why I'd rather take the 405
GI be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
DBut Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
EmI had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
CWhat I'm supposed to do?
GRide around with a bulletproof car and some tints?
DEvery agent I know know I hate agents
EmI'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant
CSomething smellin' like s***, that's the new fragrance
GIt's just me, I do it my way, b****
DSome days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans
EmIf I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't've popped the Xans
CI know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
GBut the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your plans
DI'm 38 years old, a 8 year old with rich n**** problems
EmTell my wife that I hate the road so I ain't never drivin'
CIt took 6 months to take the Maybach all matted out
GAnd my assistance crashed as soon as they backed it out
DGot damn, got up of fade, I might slam
EmPink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me
CWhole family gettin' money, thank God for E!
GI love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full
Db****** say he funny and disrespectful
EmI feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes
CI feel like Pablo when I see me on the news
GI feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house
DTell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out
EmWe need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
CDrop-drop-drop-drop it like Robocop
GShe brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that
DShe keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that
EmShe push me back when the dick go too deep
CThis good dick'll put your a** to sleep
GGet money, money, money, money
DBig, big money, money, money, money
EmAnd as far as real friends tell my cousins I love 'em
CEven the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherf***er
GI just keep on lovin' you, Dbaby
EmAnd there's no one else I know who can Ctake your place
GPlease baby no more parties in LA, uh
DPlease baby no more parties in LA, uh
EmNo more parties in LA
CPlease baby no more parties in LA, uh
GNo more parties in LA
DPlease baby no more parties in LA, uh
EmNo more (Los AngeCles)
GI'm out here from a very far away place
DAll for a chance to be a star
EmNowhere seems to be too Cfar

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