Song: Party To Damascus ~~ 2003 ~~ 4:03
Artist: Wyclef Jean featuring Missy Elliott
LP/CD: The Preacher’s Son ~~ J ~~ 2003

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 déjà 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

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: November 2, 2003