Pharrell Williams - Finito lyrics

[Intro: Pharrell] Ayyo, that special order LV backpack? I wasn't wearing it just to show off I got plutonium in there (Mr. Williams, we'll be taking your orders now) [Hook: Pharrell & N.O.R.E.] I'ma live the dream yo No time to sleep yo If you know what we know Y'all n***as finito (Oh, it's an animal anthem Oh, it's an animal anthem) Looking through the peephole, I can see the people Looking for the heat yo, ya'll n***as finito (Oh, it's an animal anthem Oh, it's an animal anthem) What's poppin, poppin (Yeah, the spot is) poppin, poppin (Yeah, my knot is) poppin, poppin (My Glock is) poppin, poppin So provocative [Verse 1: N.O.R.E.] Ayo the bricks that they front me out of the country Do that thing monthly, mujeres they still want me Them dudes finito, I sell chico to a chico magnifico The truck and my seat low, magnetic Your thug cosmetic Swag synthetic, you get your sh** shredded Eyes low as scoliosis, prognosis Ferocious, get a dosage, yo hold up Put your hands in the air, yeah this a hold up ? kush kung fu karate Kawasaki ocky, your sh** sloppy probably Gold guns to say the least That's just for de Louise Wherever there's Indians, I'ma come and play the chief A-oo-ga they basura The Neptunes ain't gotta be thugs, cause I'm their shooter My new guns is plastic, new N.O.R.E.'s a cla**ic [Hook] [Verse 2: N.O.R.E.] Animalistic, futuristic gold biscuit Artistic, hands roll kush terrific Alien, out of this world, I must have want more Pyramids, Egypt style, look like the Luxor Dashiki wrapped on my face though I say so, go anywhere the weight go, for peso Rosé ?, connect named Felipe Nacho Libre, hood like Wee Bey Colombian necktie, respect and let the tech fly Send ya'll jefé superslime Aztec-a(?) Drink agua, lay up in Caguas Still on my rah rah, no Lady Gaga Still I rock the diamond holder Mami give me brain, I think that she a mind controller I don't mind her over Stop one corner store crime, I'm on top of it Them dudes is wash, I'm exact opposite [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I split Swishers with my thumb slime They say numbers don't lie except one time Young Tune, got goons on the front line These hoes tryna get on like they unsigned Side-step counter, right, left, punchline Real n***as don't do sit ups when it's crunch time Get high, sing songs on the guitar Got your girl on my dick like a see-saw My son tell his friends "daddy got a racecar" T roll blunts longer than the space bar Dreadhead, high socks with some Vans on Bullet hole bigger than the Grand Canyon Neptunes on the beat, NORE what it is Chop body parts off, stick em in the fridge Yeah, kiss my a** under the mistletoe Young Money motherf**er, if you didn't know [Hook]