K-pop Lyrics

[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
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

[Hook: Kanye West]
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)

[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"
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

[Hook: 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 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 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

[Bridge: Larry Graham]
I just keep on lovin' you, baby
And there's no one else
I know who can take your place

[Hook: Kanye West]
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)

[Outro: Junie Morrison]
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