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wyclef jean Miscellaneous party to damascus Wyclef Jean - Party To Damascus Yeah, its over Missy with The Preachers Son Its over I told ya J Clef, lets go Hey, yo, Clef These motherf***ers aint ready for this s*** Me and Clef on this track, what you want Heard you wanna battle us both, I hope you dont 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, Im from a place called New Jersey And cometh in Jerusalem Im only here for one night, girl Im on the plane tomorrow But I love the way you move, girl And do that belly dancin So lets play youre my teacher And wont you give me my first lesson Ill teach you what you want The things youll need to know Come in and shut the door Lets get this party goin Baby, let me show you How you can satisfy a girls needs, oh, yeah In the mornin, in the evenin In the night time, gotta have it Its a feelin, I cant fight You got me speaking another language Its official, rinse your glasses Cause this party gonna go to Damascus Hey, she said her dads in the Army And hes the number one sniper And if he ever found out Hed have me swimmin with the fishes in the water Now Imma say somethin crazy Girl, I love you I know we met for the first time in the club But this feels like dj vu Ill teach you what you want The things youll need to know Come in and shut the door Lets get this party goin Baby, let me show you How you can satisfy a girls needs, oh, yeah In the mornin, in the evenin In the night time, gotta have it Its a feelin, I cant fight You got me speaking another language Its 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, dont it Yous 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, aint 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 Its a feelin, I cant fight You got me speaking another language Its official, rinse your glasses Cause this party gonna go to Damascus |
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