Lyrics

[Intro: Junie Morrison] All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far [Chorus: Kanye West, Junie Morrison & Ghostface Killah] 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 bod—) 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" Um—well, cutie, I likе your bougie booty Come, Erykah Badu-me—wеll, 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 in North 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 kickin' in gratuity And yeah, G, I was all for it She said, "K-Lamar, you kinda dumb to be a poet I'ma put you on game for the lames that don't know they a rookie Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy"