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themusicnerdguy - no more parties in la lyrics

[intro: four seasons by vivaldi, movement iii: summer]

[chorus: kanye west with elly jackson & mr. hudson]
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, please, please, please

[verse 1: snoop dogg]
mmm, the boss in the buildin’
try to turn it on, you get offed in this buildin’
higher than a muh, gettin’ lost in the feelin’
motherf+ck the law, i got a ball for the children
n++++ + drunk than a b+tch though
‘fore i hit the spot i had a bottle full of cisco
ate the kush and a model in a trenchcoat
a crip with a lot of cash, check on how the rich roll
baby saw it in my eyes and she knеw that i was lookin’ at her
ain’t a chance to get hеr, i can m+i+crooked letter
if she with a n++++, i’mma steal her, yeah a crook’ll have her
throwin’ up the e once the d get to cookin’ in her (eastside!)
yeah, so what’s it gon’ be?
golden black joe clark, h.n.i.c
regulatin’ on any hatin’ i see
something good in your hands then repeat after me
[chorus: kanye west with elly jackson & mr. hudson, ghostface k!llah]
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, please, please, please
ayo, ayo

[verse 2: ghostface k!llah]
my co+defendant, her name’s alexis
n++++s get caught up by the side of her br++stses
she’ll murder you while eating your breakfast
you’ll die wanting to try how good her s+x is
baby’s sh+t wiggle like j+lo, her thing so good
before you hit it, you be having to pray, yo
don’t wanna bust fast, best be on your j+o
she strictly d+ckly, don’t go both ways, yo
she independant and she fly
bout 5’5, 5’6, bout yay high
b+tton+up pink boss shirt, blue necktie
every n++++ in the club wanna eat that thigh
no
she tight, her stomping grounds is out in medina
this pretty thing handle her biz, she carry those things
ready to die like she related to b.i.g
[chorus: kanye west with elly jackson & mr. hudson]
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, please, please, please

[verse 3: kanye west]
what do it mean to be the boss? (oh!)
it mean second place is the first one who lost (oh!)
the crucifixion, the being nailed to the cross (oh!)
truth or fiction, it’s a h+ll of a cost, do the dishes! (bounce!)
i’m about to hit that jeff gordon (ayy!)
michael jordan, the only one more important (ayy!)
but i be feeling like jordan when i’m recording (c+c+c)
’cause every time i record, i dunk and slap the boards
i don’t know what these rappers gonna do afterwards (oh!)
prolly spaz like i might do at the awards (right!)
huh, i got the whole crowd going crazy (ayy!)
homie, i should be rewarded (woo!)
gettin’ money, yeezy, yeezy, how you do it, huh? (woo!)
eating wheaties, drinkin’ fiji, being greedy, huh (c+c+c)
don’t even think you can allude to the rumors (c’mon!)
i’m immune to the boos, i’ma prove to you losers (huh?)
it’s all in timing, n++++ (get ’em!)
see, i dreamed my whole life that i could rhyme with jigga (get ’em!)
now jay my big brother and bey my lil’ sister (get ’em!)
and excuse me, but, you can’t see my lil’ sister (hands in the air!)
number one sound across the board, hey, hey (oh!)
number one now and forevermore, hey, hey (oh!)
number one rule is, “n++++s, don’t hate, hate”
maybe i’ll drop the album… nah, y’all gotta wait (oh!)
and on the net, they showing pictures of my cali place
my maybach in ny, but it still got the cali plates
all my old girls know that i’m the one that got away (woo!)
i think about ’em christmas and play some donny hathaway (ayy!)
and keep my bulletproof+hater coat on (chill, ye, ye, chill! chill, chill, chill!)
looking at some photos that i’m looking crazy dope on (yah!)
hand up, talking sh+t, yeah, i get my pope on
and go home with something to poke on (woo!)
that’s what dre said, but this what ‘ye said (right!)
how ‘ye doing? who ‘ye screwin’? (huh?)
that’s for my d+ck to know, before you get to know him
she ain’t give you ass, that p+ssy fictional
i gotta give her the eviction no+
+tice, “get yo’ ass out, b+tch, vamonos” (oh!)
five seconds to the song end, we getting close (hah?)
i got the power, motherf+cker, if you didn’t know

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