[Intro: Pharell]

Uh oh! Parfait me, parfait me, parfait me. Produced by the Saturns! waaahh



[Chorus: Pharell]

Homeboy, I came to party, your bitch was tryin' ta fuck me

She's a pimpin' naw I ain't doin' her

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

What you wanna do? (whisper)nothing

What you tryin to do? nothing

What you wanna do? nothing

DUH!



[Verse 1: Noreaga]

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

With his manager Chris and the label that Hams

Still flossin showin your daal

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

It goes indian style, he's been in bakini

Strapped in the baby tek baby tek roti

True she at the bar lookin good in the ulti dress

Four to six shots and them things ain't square 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 f***, it go



[Chorus]



[Verse 2: Noreaga]

I spit mack millimeter rhymes, kill a liter in line

My nigga Peter got a heater in mines

Niggas still lyin, in they wack ass bars

Only time they see jail, when they watchin Oz

I'm in the club pissy drunk like ahhhdadidaaaaa!!!!!!

And mami took her papa like dadadidaaaaa!!!!!!

Adios kill your soul then we body your ghost

They call me tordo, sip champagne and sip porto

Playin cappy coo (Man you ain't nappy too!!!)

I like when chocha be nappy too

I treat life like a fast c