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