Barack and Michelle Obama Dance to N-gga in Paris

Barack and Michelle Obama Dance to Jay-Z’s 2011 hit N-gga in Paris

In case you missed it, the former leaders of the free Leftist world were seen dancing at a Jay-Z and Beyonce concert.

The duo danced to the song, “N-ggas in Paris”. No, I’m not joking. 

Here’s how USA Today reported it:

Beyoncé and Jay-Z’s On the Run II tour was in for a presidential treat over the weekend.

Barack and Michelle Obama attended the couple’s show Saturday night at FedExField in Landover, Maryland, and fans couldn’t handle the way they commanded their dance moves.

Concertgoers captured the former president and first lady dancing to Jay-Z’s 2011 hit “N—– in Paris.”

And, let’s just say, fans of the First Family of Hip-Hop ended up getting a second show from the former First Couple of the United States of America.

So the word that no white person can say and keep his or her job is a hit song by Jay-Z. AND the former prez and first “nasty girl” were jamming to it.

Holy Mother of Imus, I can only imagine scenarios where President Trump and Melania could get away with this. Not that they would even want to.

And they say Trump doesn’t act presidential?

But check out social media. First, April “I hate Trump” Ryan.

Well well! This DC On the Run concert with Jay-Z and Beyoncé is very Presidential. Former President Obama and the Former First Lady Mrs. Obama are here for this amazing show. Mrs Obama was just in Paris for the show. Amazing show.

You can bet your sweet butt cheeks that if Donald and Melania were dancing to this, Ryan would pull the race card!

But when it’s Michelle and Barack, then Ryan says it’s “Presidential”.

Did anybody check to see if the former black dynamic duo mouthed the words?

I have the lyrics here for those who may not know the song:

“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 n-ggas 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 sh*t phase me
The Nets could go “oh” for eighty-two and I look at you like this sh*t gravy
Ball so hard, this sh*t 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 f*cked 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 sh*t cray
That sh*t cray
That sh*t  cray
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
That sh*t cray
That sh*t cray
That sh*t 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 motherf*ckas like this again
Bougie girl, grab her hand
F*ck 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 n-gga?
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 n-ggas in Paris
And they going gorillas, huh!?

Ball so hard muhf*ckas wanna fine me
Ball so hard muh*ckas 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 n-ggas 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)

I’m shocked the Obamas didn’t make this their White House theme song?!

Classic lyrics, wouldn’t you say? It bears repeating, right?

Bougie girl, grab her hand
F*ck 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 n-gga?
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 n-ggas in Paris
And they going gorillas, huh!?

N-ggas in Paris going GORILLA?!

I DARE a Republican politician to choose this song for a lip sync battle! That’s just IN YO FACE blackness, where Jay-Z is daring white people to spit these lyrics.

I can’t say the Obamas sang the lyrics, but they certainly danced to them. So if anybody tells you that Trump doesn’t act presidential, just send them to this article.

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