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1 Ultralight Beam 5:20 2 Father Stretch My Hands, Pt. 1 2:15 3 Pt. 2 2:10 4 Famous 3:16 5 Feedback 2:27 6 Low Lights 2:11 7 Highlights 3:19 8 Freestyle 4 2:03 9 I Love Kanye 0:44 10 Waves 3:01 11 FML 3:56 12 Real Friends 4:11 13 Wolves 5:01 14 Frank's Track 0:38 15 Siiiiiiiiilver Surffffeeeeer Intermission 0:56 16 30 Hours 5:23 17 No More Parties In LA 6:14 18 Facts (Charlie Heat Version) 3:20 19 Fade 3:13 20 Saint Pablo 6:12
| <colbgcolor=#f58b57><colcolor=#000> No More Parties In LA | |
| 수록 앨범 | |
| 싱글 발매 | 2016년 1월 18일 |
| 녹음 | 2010년 - 2016년 |
| 장르 | 힙합 • 붐뱁 |
| 프로듀서 | Kanye West • Madlib |
| 피쳐링 | Kendrick Lamar |
| 러닝 타임 | 6:14 |
| 레이블 | GOOD Music • Def Jam |
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1. 개요
칸예 웨스트의 정규 앨범 The Life Of Pablo의 17번째 트랙이자 프로모션 싱글.원래는 2010년에 매들립이 프레디 깁스에게 줬던 비트였다.
2. 상세
https://youtu.be/JW_Ks4yseHo?si=gnnOGTVTihmbdXOuJohnny Guitar Watson의 Give Me My Love와 Ghostface Killah의 Mighty Healthy,[1] Junie Morrison의 Suzie Thundertussy를 샘플링했다.
MBDTF세션 때부터 제작된 곡이다. 디디 게이트가 벌어지고 난 후 이 상황을 예견하거나 폭로한 듯한 가사로 다시 재조명되었으나 작업 세션 당시에는 칸예와 디디의 관계가 아주 좋았으므로 단지 속설에 불과하다.[2]
3. 가사
| No More Parties In LA [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 |
4. 평가 및 성과
- 피치포크 선정 2016년 최고의 노래 32위
5. 여담
2024년 드레이크 - 켄드릭 라마 디스전이 한창이던 당시, 인스타그램 스토리에 이 곡만 딸랑 올려둬서 사람들이 칸예 또한 켄드릭의 편이라고 생각했었으나... 나중에 자기가 이 곡에서 켄드릭 보다도 랩을 잘했고, 자기가 짱이라는 칸예가 칸예했다 정도의 그냥 무의미한 게시물을 올렸었다.[그][1] 참고로 칸예는 Cruel Summer(컴필레이션 앨범)의 수록곡 New God Flow에서도 한 번 이 곡을 샘플링하여 총 두 곡에서 사용했다.[2] 이후 칸예의 조울증 증세가 심각해진 후에 디디를 지지하기도 했다.자기도 자기가 뭔 말을 하는지 모르는 모양이다.[3] 물론 켄드릭이 더 잘 했다는 의견 또한 많다.[그] 후엔 켄드릭의 편을 들며, 제이콜을 Pussy라고 까는 등의 행적을 보였다.