No More Parties In LA Chords by Kanye West

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Gm

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Da di da da, da
I'd like to say
Da da da da di da [Gb] da, da
Let [A] me tell you, I'm out here from a very [F] far away [Gm] place
Oh, what a [E] chance to be a star, nowhere [A] 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 [Dm] no more parties in [A] LA, uh No more
Lil' Ox and Jos Please
Shake that body, party that [Am] body Please
Shake that body, party that body Please
Shake that body, [A] party that body
Hey baby, you forget your Ray-Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
It was more than softball for the game, man
She remember my sprinters and I was in the great van
Lil' Ox and Jos
Well cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come here and give me a doomy, well, [Dm] let's make a movie, hell
You know my repertoire is like a [Bb] restaurant
I show you the world, connect the dots
Ain't got [E] you girl in the valley but
[A] Mama used to compare beans and rice
And that was Denny's for me the morning
Swore on your appetite
Lickin' porn when the niggas want me
Your sexuality wrecked you
Smoke in every [F] direction
Middle finger [A] pedestrians, R&B singers and lesbians
Rappers and managers, music and not food cameras
This shit unanimous for you
It's damaging for you I think
That pussy should only be holding his sluicer rights to me
I mean, he flew you in his mothafucka
Lil' Ox and Jos
Lil' [F] [Gm]
[Bb] Ox and Jos
[E]
This is a [F] slow list tour of [A] flack
Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical
Make me get spiritual, make me believe in miracle
I'm coming out from a bitter [Db] head, but I'm cutting [E] it
That'll not [Gm] hurt me
Five buddies all huddled up on a [E] Thursday
Bottle service, [Bb] dead service, I came in first place
[A] The opportunity to prop a top, a breast and booty, G
To pop community
I mean, these bitches got me junior feet
And I won't do it ease
Moving juniors through consumer streets
But then my shoe released
She was kicking niggas through her teeth
And yeah, she was all for it
She said, Taylor Mott, you kinda dumb to be [Am] a poet
I'ma put you on game for the lame that don't know their rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote some [A] pussy Scary, scary
No more parties in LA
Please baby, no more parties in LA
Friday night, tryna make it into the city
Break next fee, pass it to [Em] see something [Gm] pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the first place
Second class bitches wouldn't let [C] me on first [A] base
A backpack nigga with luxury taste buds
And a Louis Vuitton stole all of my pay stubs
Got pussy from Eastside, different niggas, more famous
When did I become A [F]-list?
I wasn't even on A [A]-list
Shippers get invited to where they only got hired
When I get on my C-job, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
And three stacks, man, you preaching to the choir
Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary
I done gapped the whiskey and paid secretary
For all my niggas with babies by
Bitches that use they kids as mail [Dm] tickets
Not knowing that disconnect from the [Bb] father
The next generation will be [C] the real [E] victims
I can't call them [A] really lost
I remember Emma told my boy no matter what happens
She ain't going back to Philly
Back to our regularly scheduled programming
Of weak content and slow jamming
But don't worry, this one's so jamming
[Gm] You know what LA is so jamming
I be thinking [E] everyday my holiday
I need to put up some goddamn barricades
I be [A] paranoid every time
The pressure, the problem ain't I be driving
The problem is I be texting
My psychiatrist got kids that I inspire
First song they played for me was about
They friend that just died
Texting and driving down my Holland Drive
That's why I'd rather take [C] the 405
I be [B] worried about my daughter, I be [Am] worried about Kim
But Saint is Lady Ye, I ain't worried about him
[A] Had my life threatened by best friends
When self is intense, what I'm supposed to do
Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tents
Every agent I know know I hate agents
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant
Something smelling like shit, that's a new fragrance
It just mean I do it my [Bb] way
But some days I'm in my ED, some days I'm in my band
If I knew y'all made plans, I wouldn't [C] have popped his [E] ass
I know some fans [A] thought I wouldn't rap like this again
But the writers blockers over MCs, cancel your plans
A 38 year old, 8 year old, a rich nigga problems
Tell my wife that I hate the road, so I don't ever drive it
It took 6 months to get the Maybach, I'm at it out
And my assistant crashed as soon as they backed it out
Goddamn, got a ball fade, I might slam
Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam
Thank God for me, Los Angeles
Whole family getting money, thank God for E
I love rocking jewelry, a whole neck full
Bitches say funny and disrespectful
I feel like Pablo when I'm working on my shoes
I feel like Pablo [F] when I see me on the news
[Bb] I feel like Pablo when I'm working on my house
Telling parties in here, we don't need [C] to go out
We [E] need the turbo thoughts, high speed turbo thoughts
Drop, [F] drop, drop, drop, drop it like RoboCop
[Am] She brace herself and hold my stomach
Good dick, good do that, she keep pushing me back
Good dick, good do [A] that, she push me back
With a dick, go 2D
This good dick [F] could put your ass to sleep
[Gm] Get money, money, money
[Bb] Bitch, big money, [Am] money, money
[A] And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love them
Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker
[G] [Bm] I just keep on loving [B] you baby
[C] [G] And [C] [G] there's no one else I know [Am] can take your place
[Bb] Please, no more parties in LA
Please, baby, no more parties [Am] in LA
No [Dm]
[A] more parties in LA
Please, baby, no more parties in LA
No more parties in LA
Please, baby, no [F] more parties in LA
[A] Let me tell you, I'm out here
From a very far [F] away [Gm] place
All for a chance [E] to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far
[N]
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To learn Kanye West - No More Parties In La chords, your first step should be understanding these chords - A, F, Bb, C, E, F, Gm, A, Gm and E in sequence. Begin your practice at a relaxed 46 BPM, then work your way up to the song's BPM of 94. With the song's key of Bb Minor, set your capo to fit your vocal range and chord choice.

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Da di da da, _ da
I'd like to say
Da da da da di da [Gb] da, _ da
_ _ Let [A] me tell you, I'm out here from a very [F] far away [Gm] place
Oh, what a [E] chance to be a star, nowhere [A] 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 [Dm] no more parties in [A] LA, uh No more
Lil' Ox and Jos Please
Shake that body, party that [Am] body Please
Shake that body, party that body Please
Shake that body, [A] party that body
Hey baby, you forget your Ray-Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
It was more than softball for the game, man
She remember my sprinters and I was in the great van
Lil' Ox and Jos
Well cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come here and give me a doomy, well, [Dm] let's make a movie, hell
You know my repertoire is like a [Bb] restaurant
I show you the world, connect the dots
Ain't got [E] you girl in the valley but
[A] Mama used to compare beans and rice
And that was Denny's for me the morning
Swore on your appetite
Lickin' porn when the niggas want me
Your sexuality wrecked you
Smoke in every [F] direction
Middle finger [A] pedestrians, R&B singers and lesbians
Rappers and managers, music and not food cameras
This shit unanimous for you
It's damaging for you I think
That pussy should only be holding his sluicer rights to me
I mean, he flew you in his mothafucka _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Lil' Ox and Jos
Lil' _ _ [F] _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ Ox and Jos
_ [E] _
_ _ This is a [F] slow list tour of [A] flack
Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical
Make me get spiritual, make me believe in miracle
I'm coming out from a bitter [Db] head, but I'm cutting [E] it
That'll not [Gm] hurt me
Five buddies all huddled up on a [E] Thursday
Bottle service, [Bb] dead service, I came in first place
[A] The opportunity to prop a top, a breast and booty, G
To pop community
I mean, these bitches got me junior feet
And I won't do it ease
Moving juniors through consumer streets
But then my shoe released
She was kicking niggas through her teeth
And yeah, she was all for it
She said, Taylor Mott, you kinda dumb to be [Am] a poet
I'ma put you on game for the lame that don't know their rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote some [A] pussy Scary, _ _ _ scary
No more parties in LA
Please baby, no more parties in LA
Friday night, tryna make it into the city
Break next fee, pass it to [Em] see something [Gm] pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the first place
Second class bitches wouldn't let [C] me on first [A] base
A backpack nigga with luxury taste buds
And a Louis Vuitton stole all of my pay stubs
Got pussy from Eastside, different niggas, more famous
When did I become A [F]-list?
I wasn't even on A [A]-list
Shippers get invited to where they only got hired
When I get on my C-job, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
And three stacks, man, you preaching to the choir
Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary
I done gapped the whiskey and paid secretary
For all my niggas with babies by
Bitches that use they kids as mail [Dm] tickets
Not knowing that disconnect from the [Bb] father
The next generation will be [C] the real [E] victims
I can't call them [A] really lost
I remember Emma told my boy no matter what happens
She ain't going back to Philly
Back to our regularly scheduled programming
Of weak content and slow jamming
But don't worry, this one's so jamming
[Gm] You know what LA is so jamming
I be thinking [E] everyday my holiday
I need to put up some goddamn barricades
I be [A] paranoid every time
The pressure, the problem ain't I be driving
The problem is I be texting
My psychiatrist got kids that I inspire
First song they played for me was about
They friend that just died
Texting and driving down my Holland Drive
That's why I'd rather take [C] the 405
I be [B] worried about my daughter, I be [Am] worried about Kim
But Saint is Lady Ye, I ain't worried about him
[A] Had my life threatened by best friends
When self is intense, what I'm supposed to do
Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tents
Every agent I know know I hate agents
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant
Something smelling like shit, that's a new fragrance
It just mean I do it my [Bb] way
But some days I'm in my ED, some days I'm in my band
If I knew y'all made plans, I wouldn't [C] have popped his [E] ass
I know some fans [A] thought I wouldn't rap like this again
But the writers blockers over MCs, cancel your plans
A 38 year old, 8 year old, a rich nigga problems
Tell my wife that I hate the road, so I don't ever drive it
It took 6 months to get the Maybach, I'm at it out
And my assistant crashed as soon as they backed it out
Goddamn, got a ball fade, I might slam
Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam
Thank God for me, Los Angeles
Whole family getting money, thank God for E
I love rocking jewelry, a whole neck full
Bitches say funny and disrespectful
I feel like Pablo when I'm working on my shoes
I feel like Pablo [F] when I see me on the news
[Bb] I feel like Pablo when I'm working on my house
Telling parties in here, we don't need [C] to go out
We [E] need the turbo thoughts, high speed turbo thoughts
Drop, [F] drop, drop, drop, drop it like RoboCop
[Am] She brace herself and hold my stomach
Good dick, good do that, she keep pushing me back
Good dick, good do [A] that, she push me back
With a dick, go 2D
This good dick [F] could put your ass to sleep
[Gm] Get money, money, money
[Bb] Bitch, big money, [Am] money, money
[A] And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love them
Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker
[G] [Bm] I just keep on loving [B] you baby
[C] _ [G] And [C] [G] there's no one else I know [Am] can take your place
[Bb] Please, no more parties in LA
Please, baby, no more parties [Am] in LA
No [Dm]
[A] more parties in LA
Please, baby, no more parties in LA
No more parties in LA
Please, baby, no [F] more parties in LA
[A] Let me tell you, I'm out here
From a very far [F] away [Gm] place
All for a chance [E] to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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This song finds its place within the The Life Of Pablo album.

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