(feat. Pharell)



[Intro: Pharell]

Oh! (Militainment) Oh! (Militainment) Oh! (Militainment) Come on

(Militainment) Oh! (Militainment)This one is the hot one!

(Militainment) ay yo! (Militainment)



[Chorus: Pharell]

Homeboy, I came to party, yo' girl was lookin at me

She's a haggler naw I'm not taggin her

But you don't want them boys to come over and start askin ya

What you wanna do, nigga? (Nothin)

What you tryin to do, nigga? (Nothin)

What you wanna do, nigga? (Nothin)

What you tryin to do



[Verse 1: Noreaga]

Yo N-O-R papi say what, that nigga's the man

With his manager Chris and the label that Jams

Still flossin showin your rocks

Ain't you dudes heard grimey man we stole your watch

It goes indian style, he's been in dashiki

Strapped in the baby tek baby tek B.T.

True she at the bar lookin good in the brown dress

Four to six shots and them things ain't around yet

Persona all thugged out loud and clear

Sayin fuck the straight henny, just grab me a beer

You see I'm reppin now, and my mami's I got a weopen now

Shoot at them clowns at they feet, they high steppin now

Left that wack label cause I don't like pricks

I'm like a hammer that you hold on your hand, I make hits

At the white boy club wylin buyin the bar

They like hey now, your an all star, it go



[Chorus: Pharell]

Homeboy, I came to party, yo' girl was lookin at me

She's a haggler naw I'm not taggin her

But you don't want them boys to come over and start askin ya

What you wanna do, nigga? (Nothin)

What you tryin to do, nigga? (Nothin)

What you wanna do, nigga? (Nothin)

What you tryin to do



[Verse 2: Noreaga]

I spit mack millimeter rhymes, kill a liter in