Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ni**as In Paris, artist - Jay-Z. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ni**as In Paris |
| Ball so hard mothafuckers wanna find me |
| So I ball so hard mothafuckers wanna find me |
| But first niggas gotta find me |
| What's fifty grand to a mothafucker like me? |
| Can you please remind me? |
| (Ball so hard) This shit crazy |
| Y'all don't know that don't shit faze me |
| The Nets could go 0 for 82 |
| And I'd look at you like this shit gravy |
| (Ball so hard) This shit weird |
| We ain't even 'posed 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 |
| Rollies that don't tick-tock |
| Audemars that's losing time |
| Hidden behind all these big rocks |
| (B-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 fucked up too |
| (B-ball so hard) Let's get faded |
| Le Meurice for like six days |
| Gold bottles, scold models |
| Spillin' Ace on my sick J's |
| (Ball so hard) Bitch, behave |
| Just might let you meet 'Ye |
| Chi-Town's D. Rose |
| I'm moving the Nets to BK |
| Ball so hard mothafuckers wanna find me |
| That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray |
| B-ball so hard mothafuckers wanna find me |
| That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray |
| 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" |
| (Ball so hard) That shit cray, ain't it, Jay? |
| (B-ball so hard) What she order, fish fillet? |
| (B-ball so hard) "Your whip so cold" – this old thing? |
| (Ball so hard) Act like you'll ever be around mothafuckers like this again |
| Bougie girl, grab my hand |
| Fuck that bitch; she don't wanna dance |
| Excuse my French, but I'm in France, ahah, 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 nigga? What's Louis, my killer? |
| What's drugs, my dealer? What's that jacket, Margiela? |
| Doctors say I'm the illest 'cause I'm suffering from realness |
| Got my niggas in Paris and they going gorillas, huh |
| "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" |
| Ball so hard mothafuckers wanna find me |
| B-ball so hard mothafuckers wanna find me |
| 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 niggas is lyin' |
| Actin' like the summer ain't mine |
| (I got that hot bitch in my home) |
| (You know how many hot bitches 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, zone, zone, zone, zone...) |