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Jay-Z & Kanye West – Ni**as In Paris [Lyrics]

22 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment

by moneymakingjus in lyrics Tags: hip hop, jay-z, kanye west, lyrics, music, paris, postaday2012

[Intro: Blades of Glory sample]
We’re going to skate to one song, one song only

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
So I ball so hard mothaf**kas wanna fine me, first ni**as gotta find me
What’s 50 grand to a mothaf**ka like me, can you please remind me
(Ball so hard) This s*** crazy, y’all don’t know that don’t s*** faze me
The Nets could go 0 for 82 and I’d look at you like this s*** gravy
(Ball so hard) This s*** weird, we ain’t even spose to be here
(Ball so hard) Since we here, it’s only right that we’d be fair
Psycho: I’m liable to go Michael, take your pick
Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6
(Ball so hard) Got a broken clock, Rolleys that don’t tick tock
Audemars that’s losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks
(Ball so hard) I’m shocked too, I’m supposed to be locked up too
If you escaped what I’ve escaped, you’d be in Paris getting f**ked up too
(Ball so hard) Let’s get faded, Le Meurice for like 6 days
Gold bottles, scold models, spillin’ Ace on my sick J’s
(Ball so hard) B****, behave, just might let you meet ‘Ye
Chi town’s D. Rose, I’m moving the Nets to BK

[Hook]
Ball so hard mothaf**kas want to fine me
(That s*** cray, that s*** cray, that s*** cray)

[Verse 2: Kanye]
She said, ‘Ye can we get married at the mall
I said, “Look, you need to crawl ‘fore you ball
Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all
That s*** cray, ain’t it Jay? What she order, fish filet?
Your whip so cold–this old thing?
Act like you’ll ever be around mothaf**kas like this again
Bourgie girl, grab her hand, f*** that b**** she don’t wanna dance
Excuse my French but I’m in France, I’m just sayin’
Prince Williams ain’t do it right if you ask me
Cause I was him, I would have married Kate and Ashley
What’s Gucci, my n****? What’s Louis, my killa?
What’s drugs, my dealer? What’s that jacket, Margiela?
Doctors say I’m the illest, cause I’m suffering from realness
Got my n***** in Paris and they going gorillas, huh

[Interlude]
I don’t even know what that means
(No one knows what it means, but it’s provocative)
No it’s not, it’s gross (Gets the people going)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kanye]
You are now watching the throne, don’t let me get in my zone
Don’t let me get in my zone, don’t let me get in my zone
These other ni**as is lyin, actin’ like the summer ain’t mine
(I got that hot b**** in my home) You know how many hot b****** I own
Don’t let me get in my zone, don’t let me get in my zone
Don’t let me get in my zone, don’t let me get in my zone
The stars is in the building, they hands is to the ceiling
I know I’m ’bout to kill it, how you know? I got that feeling
You are now watching the throne, don’t let me into my zone
Don’t let me into my zone (I’m definitely in my zone)