An ex-President and First Lady dance gleefully to a song whose lyrics have to be censored on most news sites – IOTW Report

An ex-President and First Lady dance gleefully to a song whose lyrics have to be censored on most news sites

Niggas in Paris
“We’re going to skate to one song and one song only”
Ball so hard muh’fuckas wanna fine me
So I ball so hard muh’fuckas wanna fine me
But first niggas gotta find me
What’s fifty grand to a muh’fucka like me
Can you please remind me?
Ball so hard, this shit crazy
Y’all don’t know that don’t shit phase me
The Nets could go “oh” for eighty-two and I look at you like this shit gravy
Ball so hard, this shit weird
We ain’t even ‘pose to be here
Ball so hard, since we here
It’s only right that we be fair
Psycho, I’m liable to be go Michael
Take your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6
Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rollies 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
You escaped what I’ve escaped
You’d be in Paris getting fucked up too
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 towns D. Rose, I’m movin’ the Nets to BK
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
That shit cray
That shit cray
That shit cray
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine 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, (that shit cray) ain’t it Jay?
(Ball so hard) what she order (what she order) fish fillet
(Ball so hard) your whip so cold (whip so cold) this old thing
(Ball so hard) act like you’ll ever be around motherfuckas like this again
Bougie girl, grab her hand
Fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance
Excuse my French but I’m in France (I’m just sayin’)
Prince William’s 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 Louie my killa?
What’s drugs my deala?
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!?
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine 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, zone, zone, zone, zone)
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46 Comments on An ex-President and First Lady dance gleefully to a song whose lyrics have to be censored on most news sites

  1. Yet President Trump is the bad one for trying to make America great again…
    Okey Dokey…
    Tell me this is NOT promoting racism with lyrics like that.
    Tell me why Blacks CAN’T promote racism.
    They can and they are and the Obamas will gladly continue to promote racism and stick their collective thumbs in America’s eye while doing so!

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  2. If the ball is so damn hard (I assume croquet, golf, maybe a ball bearing) that motherfuckers wanna fine you, then maybe play with a softer ball such as soccer or volley.. Maybe a plush ball in a cry closet.
    That’s what I would do, #1 to keep motherfuckers away from me and #2 to keep motherfuckers from fining me.

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  3. Shelly Antoinette has been following the racist former drug dealer and his wife all over like a groupie.
    She said she hoped her girls would look at Beyonce as a roll model. Ugh. If they were white they’d be trailer trash.

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  4. And to think there are people out there who claim Obama still owns the party. Well, he and Mooch certainly owned that party. I imagine congressional democrats are pleased with this whole scene.

    What an ungracious and crude pair of half-wits.

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  5. Niggas gotta be niggas. How embarrassing this must be for blacks like Thomas Sowell and Walter E Williams and the many others who fought their way out of poverty and the real racism of the 40’S and 50’S, only to see the first (and the worst) black President acting like a ghetto rat.

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  6. This was Brack’s favorite song when he was presidents. It’s by The Pharcyde.

    Um um well excuse me
    Um um well excuse me
    Um um well excuse me
    Um um well excuse me
    Um um well excuse me
    Um um
    Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
    Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
    Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
    Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
    Well I am the nigga in charge over here
    Sack the quarterback to make a cheerleader cheer
    I fix my funk like Thelonious Monk
    Stayin’ true to the game ’cause I ain’t no punk
    Never been a bitch so I don’t act bitchy
    Smooth on the vinyl like Lionel Richie
    And for creeps that’s asleep you better ring the alarm clock
    Don’t dig what I’m kicking? You can suck on a warm cock
    Originate trends, My rhymes they get paid
    So making ends and beginnings
    See, I’m never afraid
    Of a pancake MC ’cause I’m flip when I sways this
    Housin’ motherfuckers like a real estate agent
    Douse you with my lyrical liquid for this hip-hop era
    So I suggest you fetch an umbrella for my reign of terror
    ‘Cause you can get your posse and your armored brigade because I am not afraid
    Oh, ’cause I’m the type of nigga that you never forget (What?)
    And I’m the type of nigga that can shake my shit (What?)
    ‘Cause I’m the type of nigga with nothin’ to hide
    What’s your name?
    Fat Lip from The Pharcyde and you know what’s up
    Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
    Who is the nigga in charge over here?
    Well I’m dark like chocolate and flow like milk
    Slicker than oil smooth like silk
    Please give me some room because it’s me you’re gonna suffocate
    The fly-ass brother is Imani the Great
    You fuck with me I’ll be the nigga who be slanging them dogs on
    Arms like sticks hands like bricks niggas be be droppin’ like logs
    I used to be the nigga never down but doin’ dirt
    Now I got your girl callin’ when she’s down with doin’ work
    ‘Cause I’m the type of nigga that’ll rock them drawers
    Straight to a party, tuggin’ on my balls
    I used to be the nigga that’d keep you happy
    Go ask your moms ’cause I might the nigga you callin’ pappy
    Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
    Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
    Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
    Well I’m the nigga in charge-in
    E.X. Large-in
    Captain of a ship pretender no never no sergeant
    See I’m the type of nigga to catch a bullet in my teeth
    Then call you Saint Nick dick ’cause you’ll get hung like a wreath
    Snap chin check is what I do to put your head out
    Ja like a don’t de sneak detective roughly ‘fore they get out
    I’m the type of nigga that’ll serve you on a platter
    Like the piece of glass when I drop it you shatter
    I’m the type of nigga that’ll kick yo ass (What?)
    I’m the type of nigga that’s built to last (What?)
    Yep the type the nigga that’ll say what’s up
    To a brother but a devil would just get fucked up
    And it’s like that, alright black?
    I pick up the mic and strike at
    Your ego ’cause motherfuckin’ negro is awesome
    Beat junky is the cue Buckwheat’s my name and I’m a (Sucker)
    So you better get off my dick
    ‘Cause if you ain’t a beat junky
    Then you ain’t said shit
    Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
    Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
    You better watch your hide
    ‘Cause this sound ain’t big enough for the two of us
    It’s a must that I bust actually
    See I’m the type of nigga that likes to breathe
    And I’m the type of nigga that’ll roll my sleeves
    Ah but if there’s a tussle I’m down to kick some butthole
    Nigga crash nigga bash with very little muscle
    Hustler in my heart so I’m a play the part
    Of that type a nigga with the ice cold heart
    Chilly Willy, don’t be silly
    I’ll take ya Philly and I’ll bone her
    Make her disown ya
    Change her name to Mona
    Put her on my throne oh yeah
    See I’m the type of the nigga so you better beware
    The nigga is on I’m putting it on like Al Capone I’m all that
    The only difference between me and Alsy palsy is I’m black, jack
    King me
    No clownin’ ’cause I’m crownin’ like a Jew
    And when I spit my shit it’s 190 proof
    Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
    Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
    Well I shut them down like P.E
    That’s what they try to be me
    I only sat in Nike and I kick you in your pee-pee that’s me
    I am the one that kicked your daddy in your nuts
    That’s why your mental state was fucked before you hit your mama’s guts
    ‘Cause I’m the nigga and the boss
    I flip it and I toss
    This time there was a quarter only a dollar was what they cost
    ‘Cause niggas on my Snoopy like the bird Woodstock
    Getcha hands off my dick because I hold this cock
    It’s like a waitin’ in the distance
    Resisted from persistence
    I’m Dirty Harry and I take your mama just for instance
    ‘Cause I’m the type of nigga to make the fat lady sing
    Hour after my flow she wasn’t shocked with my swing
    But a little too much weight to be a new jack man
    Got more rhythm in my toe than a whole blues band
    ‘Cause when I rock the people roll when I recite from my scroll
    Play the beat nigga forever mind body and soul
    Um um well excuse me
    Um um well excuse me
    Um um well excuse me
    Um um well excuse me
    Um um well excuse me
    Um um well excuse me
    Um um

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  7. They make all kinds of outrageous claims against Trump and at the same time swoon and giggle with delight on just the mention of their aboriginal halfwit ex president. Making claims of his superior intelligence was the most gag inducing. He was smart in the same way the recently departed Koko was smart. Koko was taught sign language and could mimic it well. It’s the same way Obama was taught to recite proper english to the amused crowds.

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  8. Such uplifting, soul stirring lyrics that want to make you weep and send shivers down your spine. Yeah right. Right out of the ghetto, where NOTHING is sacred especially life.

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  9. Some dum-dum at the link said to leave them alone because 0bama’s off the clock. (not preezy no more). Only they ARE on the clock campaigning for Dem candidates and Big Mike is getting paid running around talking about how oppressed women are and men are terrible, blah blah blah. And then they both get in a glass box and dance to THAT. Pfft. I mean, aren’t they a little old for this?

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  10. @Boobie the late Rocket Dog. Hope Chalupa doesn’t mind me answering your question. The event is recorded in Mark 5:1-20.
    I learned about this in Sunday school as a kid.

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  11. BFH SAID:(“It’s OK to say nigga but not nigger.”) Try saying you didn’t call someone a motherfucker, you called them a muthafucka. See if that works.”

    You’re thinking logically, BINGA! I mean BINGO.

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