Party to Damascus (feat. Missy Elliott) - Remix - Squeaky Clean Edit

作曲 : Jerry 'Wonda' Duplessis

作词 : Wyclef Jean/Missy Elliott/Jerry "Wonda" Duplessis

It's over, that's right

Missy with the preachers son, okay

It's over, okay,

I told ya, yeah,

J. Clef, let's go

Yeah, hey yo

If l could get my shit together

Me and Clef on this track what you want

Heard you wanna battle us both

I hope you don't

Hand me my mic, two woofers in my trunk

Sound like gonk ga gonk ga gonk ga gonk ga ga ga gonk

I drink that

Dom Perignon

I drink that shot of

Petron to turn me on

I got that red eye bomb, get you stoned

I got them gunshots, head knock 'til my bed stop

Hey I'm from a place called

New Jersey

They call it the

New Jersey land

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 teach you what you want

The things you 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 needs

Oh yeah, c'mon, c'mon

In the mornin', in the evenin'

In the nighttime, gotta have it

It's a feelin'

I can't fight it

You got me speakin' another language

Bo habibi, nishtage'a, bo habibi, nishtage'a

It's official raise your glasses'

Cause this party gonna go to

DamascusShe said her dad's in the

ArmyAnd 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'ma say somethin' crazy girl,

I love you

I know we meetin' for the first time in the club

But this feels like a deja vu

I teach you what you want

The things you 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 needs

Oh yeah, c'mon, c'mon

In the mornin', in the evenin'

In the nighttime, gotta have it

It's a feelin'

I can't fight it

You got me speakin' another language

Bo habibi, nishtage'a, bo habibi, nishtage'a

It's official raise your glasses'

Cause this party gonna go to

DamascusMonday,

Tuesday, Wednesday,

ThursdayFriday,

Saturday,

Sunday, gotta have it

Monday, Tuesday,

Wednesday,

ThursdayFriday,

Saturday,

Sunday, gotta have it

W. Y. to the

ClefBoy I keep it realer than the titties on my chest

Milk does your body good, come on take a sip

Like, it taste good don't it

You's a fine dread lock, come on get

How many times

Missy crushed the very best?

How many bombs on my summer,

Funk Flex?

As many times as

Teddy Reilly said, "Yep, yep"

Did you get it?

I stays on your mind like a fitted

Like did it make you walk for cheapstakes to the city?

Rough chick, dirty jeans, ain't nothin' pretty

Me and Clef steppin' to the mic to get busy

In the mornin', in the evenin'

In the nighttime, gotta have it

It's a feelin'

I can't fight it

You got me speakin' another language

Bo habibi, nishtage'a, bo habibi, nishtage'a

It's official raise your glasses'

Cause this party gonna go to

DamascusYeah, hey yo

ClefWhat's up

MissyYou know

I love ya girl

What's up

MissyLet's go,

I got the guitar soundin' like a sitar

Holy, holy,

Jerry Wonder

I need some security

Call police