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wyclef jean Miscellaneous party to damascus Wyclef Jean - Party To Damascus Yeah, it’s over Missy with The Preacher’s Son It’s over I told ya J Clef, let’s go Hey, yo’, Clef These motherf***ers ain’t ready for this s*** Me and Clef on this track, what you want Heard you wanna battle us both, I hope you don’t Carry with me my mic and two woofers in my trunk Say I like gunk-gi-gunk-gi-gunk-gi-gi-gi-gunk I drink that Dom Perignon I drink that shot of Petrone that turn me on I got that red eye bomb get ya stoned I got them gunshots headin’ out to my bed stop Hey, I’m from a place called New Jersey And cometh in Jerusalem I’m only here for one night, girl I’m on the plane tomorrow But I love the way you move, girl And do that belly dancin’ So let’s play you’re my teacher And won’t you give me my first lesson I’ll teach you what you want The things you’ll need to know Come in and shut the door Let’s get this party goin’ Baby, let me show you How you can satisfy a girl’s needs, oh, yeah In the mornin’, in the evenin’ In the night time, gotta have it It’s a feelin’, I can’t fight You got me speaking another language It’s official, rinse your glasses ‘Cause this party gonna go to Damascus Hey, she said her dad’s in the Army And he’s the number one sniper And if he ever found out He’d have me swimmin’ with the fishes in the water Now I’mma say somethin’ crazy Girl, I love you I know we met for the first time in the club But this feels like déjà vu I’ll teach you what you want The things you’ll need to know Come in and shut the door Let’s get this party goin’ Baby, let me show you How you can satisfy a girl’s needs, oh, yeah In the mornin’, in the evenin’ In the night time, gotta have it It’s a feelin’, I can’t fight You got me speaking another language It’s official, rinse your glasses ‘Cause this party gonna go to Damascus Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Friday, Saturday, Sunday, gotta have it Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Friday, Saturday, Sunday, gotta have it W-Y to the Clef Boy, I keep it realer than the t*****s on my chest Milk does your body good, come on take a sip Like slup-slup-slurp, it tastes good, don’t it You’s a fine dreadlock, come on get it How many times Missy crushed your very best How many bombs on my summer funk flex As many times as Teddy Riley said yep-yep Did you get it, I stays on you mad like a fitted Like Diddy, make you walk for cheese steaks to the city Rough chick, dirty jeans, ain’t nothin’ pretty Me and Clef step up to the mic to get busy In the mornin’, in the evenin’ In the night time, gotta have it It’s a feelin’, I can’t fight You got me speaking another language It’s official, rinse your glasses ‘Cause this party gonna go to Damascus |
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