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, hey
 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 Patron 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 Damascus
 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'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 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 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 Damascus
 Yeah, 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