La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor) La da da da di da da-a, la-a Let me tell you, I'm out here From a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far 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 body) Please (shake that body, party that body) 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" Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty Come Erykah Badu me, well, 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 that love 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 kicking in gratuity And yeah G, I was all for it She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet I'mma put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a 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 tryna make it into the city Breakneck speeds, passenger seat 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 Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries For all my niggas with babies by bitches That use they kids as meal tickets Not knowing the disconnect from the father The next generation will be the real victims I can't fault 'em really I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly Back to our regularly scheduled programmin' Of weak content and slow jammin' But don't worry, this one's so jammin' You know it, L.A., it's so jammin' I be thinkin' every day Mulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn barricades I be paranoid every time The pressure, the problem ain't I be drivin' The problem is I be textin' My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive That's why I'd rather take the 405 I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents What I'm supposed to do? Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints? Every agent I know, know I hate agents I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance It's just me, I do it my way, bitch Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't have popped the Xans I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your plans A 38-year-old 8-year-old with rich nigga problems Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it It took 6 months to get the Maybach all matted out And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out God damn, got a bald fade, I might slam Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E! I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full Bitches say he funny and disrespectful I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like Robocop She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that She push me back when the dick go too deep This good dick'll put your ass to sleep Get money, money, money, money Big, big money, money, money, money And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love 'em Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker I just keep on lovin' you, baby And there's no one else I know who can take your place Please, 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 parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more (Los Angeles) I'm out here from a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far SWISH
La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor) La da da da di da da-a, la-a Let me tell you, I'm out here From a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far 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 body) Please (shake that body, party that body) 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" Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty Come Erykah Badu me, well, 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 that love 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 kicking in gratuity And yeah G, I was all for it She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet I'mma put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a 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 tryna make it into the city Breakneck speeds, passenger seat 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 Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries For all my niggas with babies by bitches That use they kids as meal tickets Not knowing the disconnect from the father The next generation will be the real victims I can't fault 'em really I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly Back to our regularly scheduled programmin' Of weak content and slow jammin' But don't worry, this one's so jammin' You know it, L.A., it's so jammin' I be thinkin' every day Mulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn barricades I be paranoid every time The pressure, the problem ain't I be drivin' The problem is I be textin' My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive That's why I'd rather take the 405 I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents What I'm supposed to do? Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints? Every agent I know, know I hate agents I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance It's just me, I do it my way, bitch Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't have popped the Xans I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your plans A 38-year-old 8-year-old with rich nigga problems Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it It took 6 months to get the Maybach all matted out And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out God damn, got a bald fade, I might slam Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E! I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full
Bitches say he funny and disrespectful I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like Robocop She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that She push me back when the dick go too deep This good dick'll put your ass to sleep Get money, money, money, money Big, big money, money, money, money And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love 'em Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker I just keep on lovin' you, baby And there's no one else I know who can take your place Please, 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 parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more (Los Angeles) I'm out here from a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far SWISH
Friday night tryna make it into the city Breakneck speeds, passenger seat 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 Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries For all my niggas with babies by bitches That use they kids as meal tickets Not knowing the disconnect from the father The next generation will be the real victims I can't fault 'em really I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly Back to our regularly scheduled programmin' Of weak content and slow jammin' But don't worry, this one's so jammin' You know it, L.A., it's so jammin' I be thinkin' every day Mulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn barricades I be paranoid every time The pressure, the problem ain't I be drivin' The problem is I be textin' My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive That's why I'd rather take the 405 I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents What I'm supposed to do? Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints? Every agent I know, know I hate agents I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance It's just me, I do it my way, bitch Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't have popped the Xans I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your plans A 38-year-old 8-year-old with rich nigga problems Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it It took 6 months to get the Maybach all matted out And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out God damn, got a bald fade, I might slam Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E! I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full
…Bitches say he funny and disrespectful I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like Robocop She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that She push me back when the dick go too deep This good dick'll put your ass to sleep Get money, money, money, money Big, big money, money, money, money And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love 'em Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker
[Intro: Johnny "Guitar" Watson & Junie Morrison] La-di-da-da-a, da-a (I like this flavor) La-da-da-da-di-da-da-a, la-a (La-a, la-a, la-a) Let me tell you, I'm out here From a very far away place 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 like your bougie booty Come, Erykah Badu-me-well, 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" [Chorus: Kanye West] Scary, scary No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A [Verse 2: Kanye West] Friday night, tryna make it into the city Breakneck speeds, passenger seat-somethin' 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 tastebuds 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 got hired When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired And 3 Stacks, man, you preaching to the choir Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary I done got Lewinsky'd and paid secretaries For all my niggas with babies by bitches That use they kids as meal tickets Not knowin' the disconnect from the father The next generation will be the real victims I can't fault 'em, really I remember Amber told my boy No matter what happens, she ain't goin' back to Philly Back to our regularly scheduled programmin' Of weak content and slow jammin' But don't worry, this one's so jammin' You know it, L.A., it's so jammin' I be thinkin' every day Mulholland Drive need to put up some goddamn barricades I be paranoid every time, the pressure The problem ain't I be drivin', the problem is I be textin' My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive That's why I'd rather take the 405 I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim But Saint is baby 'Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him Had my life threatened by best friends with selfish intents What I'm supposed to do? Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints? Every agent I know, know I hate agents I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance It's just me, I do it my way, bitch Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans If I knew y'all made plans, I wouldn't have popped the Xans I know some fans thought I wouldn't rap like this again But the writer's block is over; emcees, cancel your plans A thirty-eight-year-old eight-year-old with rich nigga problems Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it It took six months to get the Maybach all matted out And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out Goddamn! Got a bald fade, I might slam Pink fur, got Nori dressin' like Cam Thank God for me! (Los Angeles) Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E! I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neckful Bitches say he fun-ny and disrespectful I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop, like Robocop She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that She push me back when the dick go too deep This good dick'll put your ass to sleep Get money (Money, money, money!) Big, big money (Money, money, money!) And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love 'em Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker! [Bridge: Larry Graham] I just keep on lovin' you, baby And there's no one else I know can take your pla-, pla-, pla- [Chorus: Kanye West, Junie Morrison & Ghostface Killah] Please, no more parties in L.A. (Shake that body, party that body) Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh (Shake that body, party that body) No more parties in L.A. (Los Angeles) Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh [Outro: Junie Morrison] Let me tell you, I'm out here from a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far Swish [Produced by Madlib and Kanye West]
~M.I.A in LA~ As far as the angle partying in the city of angels would leave me mangled so I stay where you can see bulls caps and Cangos As well as the wild 100's, numbered streets where you can't go Kanye is the inspiration still for free yo? So you ain't copying nor could you steal from me You could heal from the.....truth that bares earth naked and reveals trees beneath the sea partying hard for LA, part hardly from the chi but would for a good time I can't deny And I'm highly confident I shan't be shy even in foreign states you can watch me shine A guiding light, fighting the flight of ignorance but damn can it get high Especially when trying to stay grounded with a LA state of mind And I still love the chi let me set the foundation, then rebate on mine From the shoulders of giants is the only way we can shake new clients We've become to reliant on scraps given and the scraps worn by women On TV programming borrowed jewelry and cars, "yeah that's living!" Oh yeah that's for sure living, living a damn lie so the next sucker born can buy the American dream is only available to those sleep and hard work doesn't make one rich not even close, sheep Maybe we're all dreaming, riots are caused by semi conscious people bursting at the seams and realizing "rich" for most is only for a lost season Wealth is around the clock with no off season Ignore the jewels and woman's rights, like Anita Sarkeesian (Sahr-keeshan) So when I'm MIA from the LA scene you don't really need a reason
Rap this over the beat Back in the days when I was a teenager Before I had status and before I had a pager You could find the Abstract listening to hip hop My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop I said, well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin like Michael It's all expected, things are for the lookin If you got the money, Quest is for the bookin Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes Still got room on the truck, load the back boom Listen to the rhyme, to get a mental picture Of this black man, through black woman victim Why do I say that, cuz I gotta speak the truth man Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and Planted on the ground, the act is so together Bonafide strong, you need leverage to sever The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is Deliberately cheered LP filled with street goods You can find it on the rack in your record store (store) If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored And appreciated, cause we're ever so glad we made it We work hard, so we gotta thank God Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you're spastic If you dis... it gets drastic Listen to the rhymes, cuz its time to make gravy If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby All the way to Africa a.k.a. The Motherland (uh) Stick out the left, then I'll ask for the other hand That's the right hand, Black Man (man) Only if you are noted as my man (man) If I get the credit, then I'll think I deserve it If you fake moves, don't fix your mouth to word it Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity Cuz we gotta strive for longevity If you botch up, what's in that (ass) (what?) A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on) We gotta make moves Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) "Time. time is a ship on a merciless sea Drifting toward an average of nothingness Until it can be retarded for it's own destiny TIME is an inanimate object Praying and praying and praying for? Time is DANCING, moving lingering all memories of past." We gotta be a winner all the time Can't fall prey to a hip hop crime With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks Musically the Quest, is on the rise We on these Excursions so you must realize That continually, I pop my Zulu If you don't like it, get off the Zulu tip So what can you do in the times which exist You can't fake moves on your brother or your sis But if your sis is a (bitch), brother is a jerk Leave 'em both alone and continue with your work Whatever it may be in today's society Everything is fair, at least that how it seems to me You must be honest and true to the next Don't be phony and expect one not to flex Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend All it is, is the code of the streets So listen to the knowledge bein dropped over beats Beats that are hard, beats that are funky It could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie What you gotta do to is know that the Tribe is in the sphere The Abstract Poet, prominent like Shakespeare Edgar Allan Poe, it don't stop (uh!) "Time is running out on black power Africans today And whites blacks and reporters at night Everytime you see them? with their tongues hangin out Time is running and past and passing and running Running and past and passing and running
Eu tô cortando a língua deles tipo torto arado Desamparando só aqueles que desamparam eu só tô parando aqueles que já me pararam O meu primeiro parara foi a pisar em cacos eu me alimento de cultura virou pão de caco mostro q tô fraco pros fortes e firmes pros fracos Isso é o cântico 6 tô perdido no espaço seguindo os passos de cecilia que perdi o compasso tipo Lispector N sei dizer quem sou mas perto do coração tem oq não preenche até no seu melhor momento c vai perceber Felicidade momentânea né suficiente A maior riqueza do homem é ser incompleto eu so quero a vida simples só aceito isso eu amo a simplicidade Manoel de Barros o q me leva a utopia é o de mais simplicio saudade do que já viveu albert camus Ela pisa no coração com tênis de camurça algo que cresce com tempo tipo uma maré Se o sentimento n e inteiro o barco afunda quem vai te fazer completo é quem aceita seus defeitos É que eu coleciono eles e penso quando me deito Se eu não encontrar alguém q sinta o mesmo sentimento vc foge ou se esconde sentir é o maior erro o amor que se apagou renasce da cinzas Fluindo em outro alguém tipo um vulcão Uma fênix de sangue observa a vida Lucas aires que contou sua percepção Perdido procuro ela por todos os lados Mas consigo enxergar ela quando fecho os olhos puta azar de Cortazar de me deixar recado E ela de cortesia me arrecadou fotos Na minha mente ela eh tão linda que saiu de contos História que empregada conta pra filha de rico daqueles que quebram o castelo que te faz sonhar Eles não te deixam voar e ainda quebram teu bico Eu to tipo o tim mais um pouco indisposto A esquecer o de quem sempre cumpriu seu posto Felicidade é gasolina ela que foi meu posto Dedico tudo que escrevo e tudo que posto
No parties in LA, trying to get off the bench and you know make Plays got me out of my state an escape, paused my life for a second and pressed play, Keep it klutch Soy Un crack en las jugadas, le doy la vuelta al marcador, como un Barcelona contra la francesa alemana And Never worry bout mañana, beat the sun rise Got the opposition working harder, optimistic mind like carter Barely out as artist but soon I’ll franchise Paint a picture,for that Picaso money and make people question my price Whats the highlight, 80 like mamba that night, still ain’t gotta fly high, but i look fly with my eyes high I ain’t even smoke yet, just got tired of looking down, trust the process, hard to keep me up I’m slow on progress
opening sample is "Give Me My Love" by Johnny 'Guitar' Watson. the main sample is "Suzie Thundertussy" by Walter 'Junie' Morrison. the 'shake that body' vocals is "Mighty Healthy" by Ghostface Killah. and the interrupting sample around the end is "Stand Up And Shout About Love" by Larry Graham.
Make no mistake, i will be great, i decide my fate Youngest in 325 will make you levitate Only 17 my soul old my mental state in 2021 can only be saved by amazing grace How you run the game but skipping leg day? Put on me the beat let me set the record straight While you tryina follow for follow to get a fanbase I was linking with my man tryina start myself a fan page I got no deal but im hungry whats your excuse?
k ben hier ik ben daar Ze zeggen J Dot is nu hier maar juicy j is daar ah Ik ben hier ik ben daar Ze zeggen J Dot is nu hier maar Juicy J is daar ah Ik ben Hier hier Hier Ik krijg genoeg van alle mensen Die me voor helemaal geen tyfus laten stressen Het was vroeg en we waren met zn zessen Ik was aan het chillen en ik wilde mensen blessen Ah luisterde niet maar ik hoor je wel Dit is echt kinderspel, huh wat ik vertel Huh je weet mijn planning is te druk voor jou niet in de stemming dat ik fuck met jou En Jesse blijf je nog lang vandaag Mama die was bezorgd ik vervaag Het was al 4 uur en ik stuurde naar mn ma deze vraag Mama mag ik langer blijven iedereen wilt het graag Want ik snapte het niet meer, middernacht volle maag Ik had een tientje zonder werk, gaf hem aan jou had hem gevonden op de grond maar toch vond jij het wel lauw Ik ben gefocust op mijzelf blijf nou eens bewust waar mee je bezig bent dus ik zei ciao Snapje, je wilt een goede jongen zien met een gebroken hart heel goed onderweg, en nu zijn we weer terug bij start Is het leven te kort of zijn we gewoon te laat gestart Dit is niet zomaar Maar jij hebt het zo zwaar Ze kwam toen langs en zei geïnteresseerd laat wat horen Ik was al zelfverzekerd sinds de dag dat ik was geboren Maar ik wilde niemand storen Zorg dat je mij respecteert nu boeit me geen fuck maar zorg dat je iets hebt geleerd nu Ik ben niet boos meer niet nutteloos meer En nu wil je iets van mij Je was daar in de stad met grote woorden Tot dat je ons hoorden durft niet te antwoorden Stop nu met ons storen Zeg niks over muziek je weet geen eens akkoorden Oke ik vergeef je, pull up in steegje Vijf jongens die allemaal chillen op een dinsdag belde toen naar JJ vraag of ik er nog in mag Ik hoop dat jij het ziet mijn Tolerantie hoog ik voel het niet Ze wachten tot ik schiet Maar ja dat doe ik zolang jij niks biedt Ik ben de favoriet Geboren als een jonge hypocriet Ik zit hier en geniet Terwijl ik pofs neem van mijn nieuwe wiet Geen inspiratie ik zit in de trein Ze zeiden Juicy J je bent te dom om lyricaal te zijn Ik kwam weer terug in roffa vakkie Y1 want ik ben een god Het is best lastig om nu nog te chillen met J Dot Ah Ah Ik ben hier ik ben daar ze zeggen J Dot is nu hier maar Juicy J is daar ah Vrijdagavond ik kom lopend naar de stad Ik voel me rustig heb mijn dagelijkse dosis al gehad We stonden sterk met onze squad Toch word ik altijd overschat Ik lag vannacht nog met een fles champagne in het bubbelbad Ik groet je goed, want ik heb je gister pas ontmoet Kijk wat je doet, ik kom je straks wel tegemoet Ik kom met spoed ik fiets sneller dan de lengte van mijn voet Ik ben nog nooit ondervoed Dit is geen keuze nee ik moet
Big talk comin' from mosquito tweeter. Small world, small fries, and mini skirts, Mall days-Payless and a cinnabon $2 theater where the girlies rejectin' us, But one-day, imma get paid and ball out at Hot Topic till I am the hot topic Okay, okay, Paul blart Okay, okay,
La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor) La da da da di da da-a, la-a Let me tell you, I'm out here From a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far 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 body) Please (shake that body, party that body) 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" Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty Come Erykah Badu me, well, 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 that love 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 kicking in gratuity And yeah G, I was all for it She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet I'mma put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a rookie Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy
One of the hardest hip hop beats in all of recorded history. Anyone can sample, it's about the samples you choose tht makes it magical. One of my favs
It's not the samples itself only. How you flip it makes a difference.
not anyone can sample dawg, flipping it is a skill too 😭
@@ttdanimations1231this beat wasn’t flipped much it was take from Suzie thundertussy and the beat is the same pretty much
To think that Madlib made this on an iPad.
no fucking way
@@aidenm4109 yeah, plus he made all the beats on bandana on his ipad
@@aidenm4109 garageband?
@@saggypampers1235 probably
@@saggypampers1235 the beat is sampled, so that would explain how he made something so far on an ipad lol.
A lot of people saying Ye uploaded these beats, but what if it’s actually the cousin who stole the laptop???
@@JDee-bp1pz so? He still would’ve had it on his laptop
@@JDee-bp1pz lol no. Madlib made this beat and a few others during sessions for MBDTF.
what if the "cousin who stole his laptop" is his his excuse to upload these..
Didn't Ye buy it back?
for 250k
Ye gotta be runnin this account bro, beats are too on point to be remakes lol
Beastmode 714 prolly the cousin that stole his laptop 💀
Madlib 🙌
@@partlypaul9865 Bruhh maybe he is. He has all the OG beats.
Lord Genasis this is the sandurz remake,
@@vcbf101 Wow, this is an amazing remake.
This is one of the nastiest beats out there IMO. Every song in this album is a work of art.
this track especially is hard af
this beat is so addicting to listen to
Madlib is seriously a one in a million musical talent, it's unbelievable. The fact this track was made is so crazy
La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor)
La da da da di da da-a, la-a
Let me tell you, I'm out here
From a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far
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 body)
Please (shake that body, party that body)
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"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, 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 that love 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 kicking in gratuity
And yeah G, I was all for it
She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet
I'mma put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a 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 tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat 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 Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use they kids as meal tickets
Not knowing the disconnect from the father
The next generation will be the real victims
I can't fault 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly
Back to our regularly scheduled programmin'
Of weak content and slow jammin'
But don't worry, this one's so jammin'
You know it, L.A., it's so jammin'
I be thinkin' every day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn barricades
I be paranoid every time
The pressure, the problem ain't I be drivin'
The problem is I be textin'
My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired
First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died
Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive
That's why I'd rather take the 405
I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
What I'm supposed to do?
Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints?
Every agent I know, know I hate agents
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant
Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance
It's just me, I do it my way, bitch
Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans
If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't have popped the Xans
I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your plans
A 38-year-old 8-year-old with rich nigga problems
Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it
It took 6 months to get the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out
God damn, got a bald fade, I might slam
Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me
Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E!
I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full
Bitches say he funny and disrespectful
I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes
I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news
I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house
Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out
We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like Robocop
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that
She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that
She push me back when the dick go too deep
This good dick'll put your ass to sleep
Get money, money, money, money
Big, big money, money, money, money
And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love 'em
Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker
I just keep on lovin' you, baby
And there's no one else I know who can take your place
Please, 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 parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more (Los Angeles)
I'm out here from a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far
SWISH
no way madlib made this shi on an ipad
Listen to the original sample. Its not rocket science
@@Gelele i just seen you on the other video top 10 madlib beats lol why are you going everywhere saying this 😂
Its a slightly altered and chopped sample. Listen to the original, its pretty much the same.
@@mikeygolivee it’s not that hard to make is what he’s getting at, still doesn’t discredit how cool the beat is.
@@Gelele so do it if it isn’t hard
Kanye’s cousin must’ve got heated after hearing Ye mention him 2 times so he posted this instrumental in retaliation 🙃
Bro it’s madlib
@@noaharkadedelgadopretty sure it’s just a joke on his cousin stealing his computer
madlib is good bruh, can’t believe two of the top 5 producers on one track 😨
0:24 When the hook starts in the original track, it cuts part of the word "far" on "nowhere seems to be too far". It's corrected here, nice
It was probably done on purpose 😆 its the lil things that prods do
Is this the cousin that stole the laptop running this account or something
No bro it’s Madlib
I was so tired with this song, until i heard the instrumental by itself and now this song is one of my favorites of all time
Madlib the all time best producer in hip hop 🙌🙌
Debatable
@@yeezyszn7208 it is for sure, but he’s top 5
dilla
Agreed
weird mixing but at least I can hear that bassline. Props for upload
why is it weird?
@@quentinmackenzie4650 some instruments r louder than others. The "shake that body" vocal part is kinda quiet
He the cousin wit the laptop 💀💀
imagine jamming to this instrumental in snowy Wyoming..
Sunny day in LA*
Thats a party in Wyoming
Who tf lives in Wyoming 💀
@@NotSpyral cowboys & Kanye.
@@NotSpyralThere was a wyoming kanye era yk
La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor)
La da da da di da da-a, la-a
Let me tell you, I'm out here
From a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far
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 body)
Please (shake that body, party that body)
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"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, 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 that love 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 kicking in gratuity
And yeah G, I was all for it
She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet
I'mma put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a 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 tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat 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 Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use they kids as meal tickets
Not knowing the disconnect from the father
The next generation will be the real victims
I can't fault 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly
Back to our regularly scheduled programmin'
Of weak content and slow jammin'
But don't worry, this one's so jammin'
You know it, L.A., it's so jammin'
I be thinkin' every day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn barricades
I be paranoid every time
The pressure, the problem ain't I be drivin'
The problem is I be textin'
My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired
First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died
Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive
That's why I'd rather take the 405
I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
What I'm supposed to do?
Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints?
Every agent I know, know I hate agents
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant
Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance
It's just me, I do it my way, bitch
Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans
If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't have popped the Xans
I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your plans
A 38-year-old 8-year-old with rich nigga problems
Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it
It took 6 months to get the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out
God damn, got a bald fade, I might slam
Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me
Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E!
I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full
Bitches say he funny and disrespectful
I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes
I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news
I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house
Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out
We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like Robocop
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that
She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that
She push me back when the dick go too deep
This good dick'll put your ass to sleep
Get money, money, money, money
Big, big money, money, money, money
And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love 'em
Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker
I just keep on lovin' you, baby
And there's no one else I know who can take your place
Please, 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 parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more (Los Angeles)
I'm out here from a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far
SWISH
W
Does it a 0.04 say I like your cut g in the background
LMAOOOOOOOO I HEARD IT
CTP / PORTRAITS OF TRACY oh snap couren???
LMFOAOAOAOA I HEARD IT
CTP / PORTRAITS OF TRACY wassup
WeLoveYouCay
Actually he says “I like this flavour” or something along the lines of that. That do be funny though lol
This beat was made on an iPad. CRAZY
Its not really tech has advanced so far that apps can do everything that an MPC does.
Madlib is the goat
@@galararticuno9419 yeah but on a fucking iPad? When have you seen a producer make such a fire beat on an iPad?
@@galararticuno9419 real
@@DixionCider this the future bruh, we're seeing plenty of things for the first time
yo this is spot on! its kinda.. scary
Scary
Scary
Scary
Scary
scary
Soooo good
LOS ANGELESSSS
Can you make a I Love Kanye instrumental?
silence for 44 seconds
Friday night tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat 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 Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use they kids as meal tickets
Not knowing the disconnect from the father
The next generation will be the real victims
I can't fault 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly
Back to our regularly scheduled programmin'
Of weak content and slow jammin'
But don't worry, this one's so jammin'
You know it, L.A., it's so jammin'
I be thinkin' every day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn barricades
I be paranoid every time
The pressure, the problem ain't I be drivin'
The problem is I be textin'
My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired
First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died
Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive
That's why I'd rather take the 405
I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
What I'm supposed to do?
Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints?
Every agent I know, know I hate agents
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant
Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance
It's just me, I do it my way, bitch
Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans
If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't have popped the Xans
I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your plans
A 38-year-old 8-year-old with rich nigga problems
Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it
It took 6 months to get the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out
God damn, got a bald fade, I might slam
Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me
Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E!
I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full
🔥
@@trayrill8151 the commentor didn't write these lyrics, this is kanye lmao
…Bitches say he funny and disrespectful
I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes
I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news
I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house
Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out
We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like Robocop
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that
She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that
She push me back when the dick go too deep
This good dick'll put your ass to sleep
Get money, money, money, money
Big, big money, money, money, money
And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love 'em
Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker
[Intro: Johnny "Guitar" Watson & Junie Morrison]
La-di-da-da-a, da-a (I like this flavor)
La-da-da-da-di-da-da-a, la-a (La-a, la-a, la-a)
Let me tell you, I'm out here
From a very far away place
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 like your bougie booty
Come, Erykah Badu-me-well, 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"
[Chorus: Kanye West]
Scary, scary
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Friday night, tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat-somethin' 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 tastebuds
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 got hired
When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preaching to the choir
Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky'd and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use they kids as meal tickets
Not knowin' the disconnect from the father
The next generation will be the real victims
I can't fault 'em, really
I remember Amber told my boy
No matter what happens, she ain't goin' back to Philly
Back to our regularly scheduled programmin'
Of weak content and slow jammin'
But don't worry, this one's so jammin'
You know it, L.A., it's so jammin'
I be thinkin' every day
Mulholland Drive need to put up some goddamn barricades
I be paranoid every time, the pressure
The problem ain't I be drivin', the problem is I be textin'
My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired
First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died
Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive
That's why I'd rather take the 405
I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby 'Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
Had my life threatened by best friends with selfish intents
What I'm supposed to do?
Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints?
Every agent I know, know I hate agents
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant
Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance
It's just me, I do it my way, bitch
Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans
If I knew y'all made plans, I wouldn't have popped the Xans
I know some fans thought I wouldn't rap like this again
But the writer's block is over; emcees, cancel your plans
A thirty-eight-year-old eight-year-old with rich nigga problems
Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it
It took six months to get the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out
Goddamn! Got a bald fade, I might slam
Pink fur, got Nori dressin' like Cam
Thank God for me! (Los Angeles)
Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E!
I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neckful
Bitches say he fun-ny and disrespectful
I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes
I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news
I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house
Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out
We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop, like Robocop
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that
She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that
She push me back when the dick go too deep
This good dick'll put your ass to sleep
Get money (Money, money, money!)
Big, big money (Money, money, money!)
And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love 'em
Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker!
[Bridge: Larry Graham]
I just keep on lovin' you, baby
And there's no one else I know can take your pla-, pla-, pla-
[Chorus: Kanye West, Junie Morrison & Ghostface Killah]
Please, no more parties in L.A. (Shake that body, party that body)
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh (Shake that body, party that body)
No more parties in L.A. (Los Angeles)
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
[Outro: Junie Morrison]
Let me tell you, I'm out here from a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far
Swish
[Produced by Madlib and Kanye West]
2:26 scariest part
thats madlib for you
Classic Madlib
At 0:04, its supposed to say (i like this flavor) but this dude really edited it and put "I like ya cut g"
Kanye added the kicks
were you in the studio
he didn’t
Damnear broke my neck. Tht ish filthy
🎯🔥💯🙏🏾
i love you madlib
This is how I felt when I heard this song for the first time. This instrumental is fucking insane
madlib the goat
LOSS ANGELES
bro even got the laptop on the cover{give it back}
los angelessssss
madlib and kanye linkup fucking slappedddd
Sleeper yo damn Madlib beat gem yo
5:32
Scary! SCARY!
Famous??
Agreed
Ultralight beam??
This honestly just makes Kendrick look more impressive
I mean he did outrap Ye on this
@@Antoniolomar idk about that One big fella
Kendrick Lamar - No More Parties In LA (ft, Kanye West)
@@earlsweatpants1 foh
@@sovietelmo3000 but im right?? lmao
Imagine DOOM on this track is gives be Madvillain vibe
I was about to say that
"I bet it was those Braithwaite bitches. Or that Braithwaite BITCH." - Arthur, Red Dead Redemption 2
wish madlib did some samplers delight type stuff
He has a couple beat tapes, if that's what you're thinking about
1 gs9 and 1 miller lite
Yo do me a favor and rap the lyrics to excursions by tribe called quest. I think I might’ve done something.
0:44
~M.I.A in LA~
As far as the angle partying in the city of angels
would leave me mangled so I stay where you can see bulls caps and Cangos
As well as the wild 100's, numbered streets where you can't go
Kanye is the inspiration still for free yo?
So you ain't copying nor could you steal from me
You could heal from the.....truth that bares earth naked and reveals trees beneath the sea
partying hard for LA, part hardly from the chi
but would for a good time I can't deny
And I'm highly confident I shan't be shy
even in foreign states you can watch me shine
A guiding light, fighting the flight of ignorance but damn can it get high
Especially when trying to stay grounded with a LA state of mind
And I still love the chi let me set the foundation, then rebate on mine
From the shoulders of giants is the only way we can shake new clients
We've become to reliant on scraps given and the scraps worn by women
On TV programming borrowed jewelry and cars, "yeah that's living!"
Oh yeah that's for sure living, living a damn lie so the next sucker born can buy
the American dream is only available to those sleep and hard work doesn't make one rich not even close, sheep
Maybe we're all dreaming,
riots are caused by semi conscious people bursting at the seams and
realizing "rich" for most is only for a lost season
Wealth is around the clock with no off season
Ignore the jewels and woman's rights, like Anita Sarkeesian (Sahr-keeshan)
So when I'm MIA from the LA scene you don't really need a reason
0:13
Rap this over the beat
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Before I had status and before I had a pager
You could find the Abstract listening to hip hop
My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop
I said, well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles
The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin like Michael
It's all expected, things are for the lookin
If you got the money, Quest is for the bookin
Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes
Still got room on the truck, load the back boom
Listen to the rhyme, to get a mental picture
Of this black man, through black woman victim
Why do I say that, cuz I gotta speak the truth man
Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and
Planted on the ground, the act is so together
Bonafide strong, you need leverage to sever
The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is
Deliberately cheered LP filled with street goods
You can find it on the rack in your record store (store)
If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored
And appreciated, cause we're ever so glad we made it
We work hard, so we gotta thank God
Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you're spastic
If you dis... it gets drastic
Listen to the rhymes, cuz its time to make gravy
If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby
All the way to Africa a.k.a. The Motherland (uh)
Stick out the left, then I'll ask for the other hand
That's the right hand, Black Man (man)
Only if you are noted as my man (man)
If I get the credit, then I'll think I deserve it
If you fake moves, don't fix your mouth to word it
Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity
Cuz we gotta strive for longevity
If you botch up, what's in that (ass) (what?)
A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on)
We gotta make moves
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on)
"Time. time is a ship on a merciless sea
Drifting toward an average of nothingness
Until it can be retarded for it's own destiny
TIME is an inanimate object
Praying and praying and praying for?
Time is DANCING, moving lingering all memories of past."
We gotta be a winner all the time
Can't fall prey to a hip hop crime
With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks
From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks
Musically the Quest, is on the rise
We on these Excursions so you must realize
That continually, I pop my Zulu
If you don't like it, get off the Zulu tip
So what can you do in the times which exist
You can't fake moves on your brother or your sis
But if your sis is a (bitch), brother is a jerk
Leave 'em both alone and continue with your work
Whatever it may be in today's society
Everything is fair, at least that how it seems to me
You must be honest and true to the next
Don't be phony and expect one not to flex
Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen
Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend
All it is, is the code of the streets
So listen to the knowledge bein dropped over beats
Beats that are hard, beats that are funky
It could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie
What you gotta do to is know that the Tribe is in the sphere
The Abstract Poet, prominent like Shakespeare
Edgar Allan Poe, it don't stop (uh!)
"Time is running out on black power Africans today
And whites blacks and reporters at night
Everytime you see them? with their tongues hangin out
Time is running and past and passing and running
Running and past and passing and running
nah man check the rhyme are too big to this small beat
@@alesio478 not check the rhyme
@@alesio478 that’s the lyrics for excursions I posted
The original song/beat is better and fitting then this one.
Bro this is literally ATCQ 😂
2:24
Lmao
Eu tô cortando a língua deles tipo torto arado
Desamparando só aqueles que desamparam
eu só tô parando aqueles que já me pararam
O meu primeiro parara foi a pisar em cacos
eu me alimento de cultura virou pão de caco
mostro q tô fraco pros fortes e firmes pros fracos
Isso é o cântico 6 tô perdido no espaço
seguindo os passos de cecilia que perdi o compasso
tipo Lispector
N sei dizer quem sou
mas perto do coração
tem oq não preenche
até no seu melhor momento c vai perceber
Felicidade momentânea né suficiente
A maior riqueza do homem é ser incompleto
eu so quero a vida simples só aceito isso
eu amo a simplicidade Manoel de Barros
o q me leva a utopia é o de mais simplicio
saudade do que já viveu albert camus
Ela pisa no coração com tênis de camurça
algo que cresce com tempo tipo uma maré
Se o sentimento n e inteiro o barco afunda
quem vai te fazer completo é quem aceita seus defeitos
É que eu coleciono eles e penso quando me deito
Se eu não encontrar alguém q sinta o mesmo sentimento
vc foge ou se esconde sentir é o maior erro
o amor que se apagou renasce da cinzas
Fluindo em outro alguém tipo um vulcão
Uma fênix de sangue observa a vida
Lucas aires que contou sua percepção
Perdido procuro ela por todos os lados
Mas consigo enxergar ela quando fecho os olhos
puta azar de Cortazar de me deixar recado
E ela de cortesia me arrecadou fotos
Na minha mente ela eh tão linda que saiu de contos
História que empregada conta pra filha de rico
daqueles que quebram o castelo que te faz sonhar
Eles não te deixam voar e ainda quebram teu bico
Eu to tipo o tim mais um pouco indisposto
A esquecer o de quem sempre cumpriu seu posto
Felicidade é gasolina ela que foi meu posto
Dedico tudo que escrevo e tudo que posto
1:42
Ye
marry me kanye
00:13
No comment
responders heads higher
Cant talk 2 shoes tide
Raining in L.A.
Thunder in LA
Bring snowman look ice skating ring
No parties in LA, trying to get off the bench and you know make Plays got me out of my state an escape, paused my life for a second and pressed play,
Keep it klutch
Soy Un crack en las jugadas, le doy la vuelta al marcador, como un Barcelona contra la francesa alemana
And Never worry bout mañana, beat the sun rise
Got the opposition working harder, optimistic mind like carter
Barely out as artist but soon I’ll franchise
Paint a picture,for that Picaso money and make people question my price
Whats the highlight, 80 like mamba that night, still ain’t gotta fly high, but i look fly with my eyes high
I ain’t even smoke yet, just got tired of looking down, trust the process, hard to keep me up I’m slow on progress
1:49
3:38
3:55
0:27. 0:32. 0:40
hei fato voiam doar sa iti zic ca
02:27
*_scary_*
Hey baby you forgot your ray bands..
And my sheets still orange from the spray tan
It was more than self porn for the caveman
@@sachinjohn8779 She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van"
What is this sample?
go on whosampled or just search up no more parties in la sample
opening sample is "Give Me My Love" by Johnny 'Guitar' Watson.
the main sample is "Suzie Thundertussy" by Walter 'Junie' Morrison.
the 'shake that body' vocals is "Mighty Healthy" by Ghostface Killah.
and the interrupting sample around the end is "Stand Up And Shout About Love" by Larry Graham.
@@earls4452 u the goat
waterboy freestyle
Make no mistake, i will be great, i decide my fate
Youngest in 325 will make you levitate
Only 17 my soul old my mental state in 2021 can only be saved by amazing grace
How you run the game but skipping leg day?
Put on me the beat let me set the record straight
While you tryina follow for follow to get a fanbase
I was linking with my man tryina start myself a fan page
I got no deal but im hungry whats your excuse?
k ben hier ik ben daar
Ze zeggen J Dot is nu hier maar juicy j is daar ah
Ik ben hier ik ben daar
Ze zeggen J Dot is nu hier maar Juicy J is daar ah
Ik ben
Hier
hier
Hier
Ik krijg genoeg van alle mensen
Die me voor helemaal geen tyfus laten stressen
Het was vroeg en we waren met zn zessen
Ik was aan het chillen en ik wilde mensen blessen
Ah luisterde niet maar ik hoor je wel
Dit is echt kinderspel, huh wat ik vertel
Huh je weet mijn planning is te druk voor jou niet in de stemming dat ik fuck met jou
En Jesse blijf je nog lang vandaag
Mama die was bezorgd ik vervaag
Het was al 4 uur en ik stuurde naar mn ma deze vraag
Mama mag ik langer blijven iedereen wilt het graag
Want ik snapte het niet meer, middernacht volle maag
Ik had een tientje zonder werk, gaf hem aan jou
had hem gevonden op de grond maar toch vond jij het wel lauw
Ik ben gefocust op mijzelf blijf nou eens bewust waar mee je bezig bent dus ik zei ciao
Snapje, je wilt een goede jongen zien met een gebroken hart
heel goed onderweg, en nu zijn we weer terug bij start
Is het leven te kort of zijn we gewoon te laat gestart
Dit is niet zomaar
Maar jij hebt het zo zwaar
Ze kwam toen langs en zei geïnteresseerd laat wat horen
Ik was al zelfverzekerd sinds de dag dat ik was geboren
Maar ik wilde niemand storen
Zorg dat je mij respecteert nu
boeit me geen fuck maar zorg dat je iets hebt geleerd nu
Ik ben niet boos meer
niet nutteloos meer
En nu wil je iets van mij
Je was daar in de stad met grote woorden
Tot dat je ons hoorden durft niet te antwoorden
Stop nu met ons storen
Zeg niks over muziek je weet geen eens akkoorden
Oke ik vergeef je, pull up in steegje
Vijf jongens die allemaal chillen op een dinsdag
belde toen naar JJ vraag of ik er nog in mag
Ik hoop dat jij het ziet
mijn Tolerantie hoog ik voel het niet
Ze wachten tot ik schiet
Maar ja dat doe ik zolang jij niks biedt
Ik ben de favoriet
Geboren als een jonge hypocriet
Ik zit hier en geniet
Terwijl ik pofs neem van mijn nieuwe wiet
Geen inspiratie ik zit in de trein
Ze zeiden Juicy J je bent te dom om lyricaal te zijn
Ik kwam weer terug in roffa vakkie Y1 want ik ben een god
Het is best lastig om nu nog te chillen met J Dot
Ah
Ah
Ik ben hier ik ben daar
ze zeggen J Dot is nu hier maar Juicy J is daar ah
Vrijdagavond ik kom lopend naar de stad
Ik voel me rustig heb mijn dagelijkse dosis al gehad
We stonden sterk met onze squad
Toch word ik altijd overschat
Ik lag vannacht nog met een fles champagne in het bubbelbad
Ik groet je goed, want ik heb je gister pas ontmoet
Kijk wat je doet, ik kom je straks wel tegemoet
Ik kom met spoed ik fiets sneller dan de lengte van mijn voet
Ik ben nog nooit ondervoed
Dit is geen keuze nee ik moet
Big talk comin' from mosquito tweeter.
Small world, small fries, and mini skirts,
Mall days-Payless and a cinnabon
$2 theater where the girlies rejectin' us,
But one-day, imma get paid and ball out at Hot Topic till I am the hot topic
Okay, okay, Paul blart
Okay, okay,
5:00
I merked ts. czcams.com/video/k6MzQafmorU/video.html
nah man you really didnt
La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor)
La da da da di da da-a, la-a
Let me tell you, I'm out here
From a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far
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 body)
Please (shake that body, party that body)
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"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, 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 that love 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 kicking in gratuity
And yeah G, I was all for it
She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet
I'mma put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy
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