No More Parties In LA - Kanye West, acordes de ukelele

Publicado: 2022-12-21 18:47
Seleccion acordes: Ethan Cooper

G#
La di da di da, da...
D#
I like this flavor
Fm
La di da di da, la...
C#
Let me tell you
G#
Iʼm out here from a very far away place
D#
All for a chance to be a star
Fm                      C#
Nowhere seems to be too far!

G#
No more parties in LA
D#
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
Fm
No more parties in LA
C#
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
G#
No more (Los Angeles)
D#
Please (shake that body, party that body)
Fm
Please (shake that body, party that body)
C#
Please (shake that body, party that body)

G#
Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
D#
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
Fm
It was more than soft porn for the K-man
C#
She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van"
G#
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty
D#
Come Erykah Badu me, well, letʼs make a movie
Fm
Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler
C#
I show you the ropes, connect the dots
G#
A country girl that love Hollywood
D#
Mama used to cook red beans and rice
Fm
Now itʼs Dennyʼs, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite
C#
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection
G#
Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians
D#
R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers
Fm
Music and iPhone cameras
C#
This shit unanimous for you, itʼs damaging for you, one thing
G#
That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
D#
He flew you in this motherfucker on first class
Fm
Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag
C#
Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math?
G#
That shit donʼt add up, youʼre making them mad as fuck
D#
She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper
Fm
I said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards
C#
Youʼre dealing with malpractice,
donʼt kill a good niggaʼs confidence
G#
Just cause he a nerd and you donʼt know what a condom is
D#
The head still good though, the head still good though
Fm
Ladies say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
C#
Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical, make me get spiritual
G#
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks
and Captain Crunch cereal
D#
Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me
Fm
Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday
C#
Bottle service, head service, I came in first place
G#
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek
D#
The pop community, I mean these bitches come with union fee
Fm
And I walk through with ease, moving units through consumer streets
C#
Then my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuity
G#
And yeah G, I was all for it
D#
She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet
Fm
Iʼmma put you on game for the lames
that donʼt know theyʼre a rookie
C#
Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy

G#
Scary, scary
D#
No more parties in LA
Fm
Please baby, no more parties in LA
C#
Friday night tryna make it into the city
G#
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty
D#
Thinking back to how I got here in the first place
Fm
Second class bitches wouldnʼt let me on first base
C#
A backpack nigga with luxury taste buds
G#
And a Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
D#
Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous
Fm
When did I become a list? I wasnʼt even on a list
C#
Strippers get invited to where they only get hired
G#
When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gonʼ get fired
D#
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
Fm
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choir
C#
Any rumor you heard about me was true and legendary
G#
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
D#
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
Fm
That use their kids as meal tickets
C#
Not knowing the disconnect from the father
G#
The next generation will be the real victims
D#
I canʼt fault ʼem really
Fm
I remember Amber told my boy no

matter what happens she ainʼt going back to Philly
C#
Back to our regularly scheduled programminʼ
G#
Of week content of slow jamminʼ
D#
But donʼt worry, this oneʼs so jamminʼ
Fm
You know that LA is so jamminʼ
C#
I be thinkinʼ every day
G#
Mulholland Drive, need to put up some got damn barricades
D#
I be paranoid every time
Fm
The pressure, the problem ainʼt I be drivinʼ
C#
The problem is I be textinʼ
G#
My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired
D#
First song they played to me was ʼbout their friend
that just died
Fm
Textinʼ and drivinʼ down Mulholland Drive
C#
Thatʼs why Iʼd rather take the 405
G#
I be worried ʼbout my daughter, I be worried ʼbout Kim
D#
But Saint is baby Ye, I ainʼt worried ʼbout him
Fm
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
C#
What Iʼm supposed to do?
G#
Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints?
D#
Every agent I know know I hate agents
Fm
Iʼm too black, Iʼm too vocal, Iʼm too flagrant
C#
Something smellinʼ like shit, thatʼs the new fragrance
G#
Itʼs just me, I Do it my way, bitch
D#
Some days Iʼm in my Yeezys, some days Iʼm in my Vans
Fm
If I knew yʼall made plans I wouldnʼtʼve popped the Xans
C#
I know some fans who thought I wouldnʼt rap like this again
G#
But the writerʼs block is over, emcees cancel your plans
D#
Iʼm 38 years old, a 8 year old with rich nigga problems
Fm
Tell my wife that I hate the road so I ainʼt never drivinʼ
C#
It took 6 months to take the Maybach all matted out
G#
And my assistance crashed as soon as they backed it out
D#
Got damn, got up of fade, I might slam
Fm
Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me
C#
Whole family gettinʼ money, thank God for E!
G#
I love rockinʼ jewelry, a whole neck full
D#
Bitches say he funny and disrespectful
Fm
I feel like Pablo when Iʼm workinʼ on my shoes
C#
I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news
G#
I feel like Pablo when Iʼm workinʼ on my house
D#
Tell ʼem partyʼs in here, we donʼt need to Go out
Fm
We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
C#
Drop-drop-drop-drop it like Robocop
G#
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dickʼll Do that
D#
She keep pushinʼ me back, good dickʼll Do that
Fm
She push me back when the dick Go too deep
C#
This good dickʼll put your ass to sleep
G#
Get money, money, money, money
D#
Big, big money, money, money, money
Fm
And as far as real friends tell my cousins I love ʼem
C#
Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker

G#                          D#
I just keep on lovinʼ you, baby
Fm                                     C#
And thereʼs no one else I know who can take your place

G#
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
D#
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
Fm
No more parties in LA
C#
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
G#
No more parties in LA
D#
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
Fm               C#
No more (Los Angeles)

G#
Iʼm out here from a very far away place
D#
All for a chance to be a star
Fm                      C#
Nowhere seems to be too far