Letra de Party To Damascus (feat. Missy Elliott) (Main Version with intro)
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 Clef These motherfuckers ain't ready for this shit, heyMe 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 gonkI drink that Dom Perignon I drink that shot of Patron to turn me on I got that red eye bomb, get you stoned I got them gunshots, head knock 'til my bed stopHey 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 lessonI 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'monIn 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 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'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 vuI 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'monIn 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, Thursday Friday, Saturday, Sunday, gotta have it Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Friday, Saturday, Sunday, gotta have itW. Y. to the Clef Boy 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 itYou'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 busyIn 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 Clef What's up Missy You know I love ya girl What's up Missy Let's go, I got the guitar soundin' like a sitar Holy, holy, Jerry Wonder I need some security Call police