Yeah nigga - part four muh'fucker Thugged out nigga (Grimey) Neptunes - nigga what nigga (Grimey) Violator - nigga what nigga (Grimey) This shit is serious - type serious (Grimey) Uh, uh-uh, nigga what nigga (Grimey) Uh, uh-uh, nigga what nigga (Grimey) Uh, uh-uh, part four nigga (Grimey) Yo, yo, yo It's like fuck, it's King Tut jewelry, blind fury nigga I smoke boogies, conspiracy theory It's like I'm Malcolm, with just the X These bitches swear they in love but it's just the X Niggas act like, my coke ain't long in stress Like I don't keep two shotguns, under my chest I flip, obsolete see I'm the king of the streets And show muh'fuckers how to rhyme on Neptunes' beats In Miami, Pun shoulda, won the Grammy This year I'll bring the shit home to his family Go 'head, and keep hatin, until you receive Mad volts in your chest plate, hard to breathe See you a hater like Star & Buc, nigga what And fuck Tommy Boy, them niggaz just suck I'm the ultimate, gun on my dick, hoes swallow my spit Wanna drink every bottle I sip [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Nigga when that heat, is bustin off And the ambulance come, and rush you off And the witness like - we don't know dem boys Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey Then we resume, hangin with stars Then we live in fat houses and fat ass cars Then we drive and scream - nigga FUCK the law Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey [Noreaga] Yo, yo I alternated with the greatest, upgraded my speech We Violator violatin, y'all niggaz capiche? It's unsafe like late night on (?) Beach Drink some river ranches and get slurped at least Let's have fun wit it, in the Bridge my niggaz dunn wit it Niggaz had hit records, but we done did it Pop a collar; see them chicks they like to holla N.O.! You know them hoes already know they gotta swallow Money like Nutty Professor - fat as fuck Four gold albums; ain't none of it luck Brad Pitt, Fight Club shit, fuckin you up Since you, seem so tense release the mutts I'm connected, the police release my cuffs Call me Fillmore, naw nigga cause I'ma feel more Nigga this my year, you gonna feel Nore Money we got it but still try and feel more [Chorus] [Bridge: Pharrell Williams (Noreaga)] Type of niggarole, we must be dunns (Grimey) Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimey) Nigga get popped can't hush me son (Grimey) Sellin everything 'til they cuff me dunn (Grimey) 93 Ac' fuck a Range nigga (Grimey) Saliva at the mouth of your chain nigga (Grimey) Reynolds wrap, coke, and doo-rags (Grimey) Never cleanin up, nigga screw that (Grimey) [Noreaga] You see we unbreakable, y'all niggaz is uncapable We 2G nigga we use gats that's untraceable Still smokin, and niggaz know how I do it Keep big shanks, shit'll cut in half your Buick Just me and shorty, late night in the park And gettin so much brains I'm startin to feel smart Off Beelzebub, feelin my love with cold heart See these fake niggaz, my fists'll break niggaz We switchin labels, now it's time to break niggaz We switchin labels, now it's time to break niggaz