Lyrics No More L.A. (feat. Kendrick Lamar) - The Game , Kendrick Lamar
La
di
da
di
da,
da
I
like
this
flavor
La
di
da
di
da,
la
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
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)
Please
(shake
that
body,
party
that
bod-)
Please
(shake
that
body,
party
that
body)
Please
(shake
that
body,
party
that
body)
[Kendrick
Lamar
&
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,
one
thing
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
them
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
Ladies
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
LA
Please,
baby,
no
more
parties
in
LA
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
And
3 Stacks,
man,
you
preach
it
to
the
choir
Any
rumor
you
heard
about
me
was
true
and
legendary
I
done
got
Lewinsky
and
paid
secretaries
For
all
my
niggas
with
babies
by
bitches
That
use
their
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
of
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
I'm
38
years
old,
a
8 year
old
with
rich
nigga
problems
Tell
my
wife
that
I
hate
the
Rolls
so
I
ain't
never
drive
it
It
took
6 months
to
take
the
Maybach
all
matted
out
And
my
assistant
crashed
as
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
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
LA
Please,
baby,
no
more
parties
in
LA,
uh
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)
I'm
out
here
from
a
very
far
away
place
All
for
a
chance
to
be
a
star
Nowhere
seems
to
be
too
far
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