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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 d�j� 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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