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Jay Z - Niggas In Paris Remix Lyrics

[Intro: T.I. & Chazz Michael]
We're going to skate to one song, one song only
Ball so hard mothafuckers wanna fine me
Aye man I don't know what been happening
I guess y'all must have caught amnesia in my absence
I ain't been gone that long, have I?
Well, just for y'all reminder
How about the crown meet the throne right here
Let's get it

[Verse 1: T.I. & JAY-Z]
Call me T.I. no CPR, I'm killing shit
Even in prison I'm still the shit
Better recognize King in the building bitch
Act like you know you serious, I (ball so hard)
My ankle hurt, don't buy a car if I ain't the first
In the country with a 1, 2, 3 bitch
You watch me while I painted her, I (Ball so hard)
They hate to see me on the stage Jay-Z, Kanye with me
You know I (ball so hard), TIP is scary
Merci beaucoup in Paris
Parlez vous francais I say, Menage a trois today I say
I (ball so hard), hard out the park
Maybach chauffeured, I ain't got to park
So Ross, so official dawg
Them lame can't do nothing with you dawg
She all on me, better get your broad
Don't like that, blow your whistle dawg, I (ball so hard)
No referee throw no flag, ain't no techs for me
I keep them suckas upset with me
Them racks back on deck you best believe that I
[Chorus: JAY-Z, Kanye West & T.I.]
Ball so hard mothafuckers wanna fine me
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray (Cray Ye, haa)
B-ball so hard mothafuckers wanna fine me
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray
(What Ye? Yeah, yeah, go, ayy)

[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
So I ball so hard mothafuckers wanna fine 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
[Chorus: JAY-Z & Kanye West]
Ball so hard mothafuckers wanna fine me
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray
B-ball so hard mothafuckers wanna fine me
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray

[Verse 3: Kanye West & JAY-Z]
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

[Interlude: Jimmy MacElroy & Chazz Michael]
"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"
[Chorus: JAY-Z]
Ball so hard mothafuckers wanna fine me
B-ball so hard mothafuckers wanna fine me

[Outro: Kanye West, JAY-Z & Both]
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)

[Produced by Anthony Kilhoffer, Hit-Boy, Kanye West & Mike Dean]