Niggas In Paris

'Hellhound on my trail' speaks to me because I've got a hellhound on my trail.

 

Usually when I start a comment with a "that so," the tone of my next few words is set. Maybe I am reading that wrong, but I feel you do not have to have held down a corner to like rap music.

 

I relate to 'Fat-Bottomed Girls' because they make the rocking world go 'round.

 

And here I was thinking Alma was joking. (Though I'm not sure Alma jokes, now that I think about it.)

 

Thank you...



What's the matter? White, 38-year-old fathers of two can't listen to Jay-Z?

 

As long as you are not smokin crack and beaten up ho's at the same time.

 

But can you dance to it?

 

I relate to 'Wake me up before you go go' because I'm not planning on going solo.

 

I'll never forgive George Michael for his deceit.

 

Probably a different thread, but a sincere question: How repugnant does a song's message have to be to render the beat moot?

To me, the song is the rough equivalent - as are many of West's songs - of Marie Antoinette's "Let them eat cake" line.

 

I take it these words don't speak to you Alma:

So I ball so hard muhf*ckas wanna fine me
But first ni**as gotta find me
What's 50 grand to a muhf*kaa like me
Can you please remind me?
This sh*t crazy
Ya'll don't know that don't sh*t phase me
The Nets could go 0-82 and I look at you like this sh*t gravy Ball so hard,
This sh*t weird
We ain't even spose 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
Got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tok
Audemars that losing time, Hidden behind all these big rocks 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*cked up too
Let's get faded, Le Meurice for like 6 days
Gold bottles, scold models, Spillin' Ace on my sick J's
B**ch behave, Just might let you meet Ye,
Chi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BK