Wyclef Jean - Party to damascus - main version (with intro) lyrics

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 (huh) Sound like gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-ga-ga-gonk I drink that Dom Perignon (oh) I drink that shot of Petron to turn me on (uh) I got that red eye bomb, get you stoned (yeah) 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 (oh yeah) The things you need to know (oh yeah) Come in and shut the door (yeah) Lets get this party goin (uh huh) Baby let me show you, how you can satisfy a girl needs 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, Habibbi, Nishtage'a It's official raise your gla**es Cause this party gonna go to Damascus Yeah, 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 (oh yeah) The things you need to know (oh yeah) Come in and shut the door (yeah) Lets get this party goin (uh huh) Baby let me show you, how you can satisfy a girl needs 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, Habibbi, Nishtage'a It's official raise your gla**es 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 (yeah) "Milk does your body good," come on take a sip Like, it taste good don't it You's a fine dreadlock, come on get How many times Missy crushed the very best? How many bombs on my summer, Funk Flex? (uh) As many times as Teddy Reilly said "yep, yep" Did you get it? I stays on your mind like a fitted (uh) Like diddy itmake you walk for cheesecakes to the city? (woo) Rough chick, dirty jeans, ain't nothin pretty (uh) Me and Clef steppin to the mic to get busy (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, Habibbi, Nishtage'a It's official raise your gla**es Cause this party gonna go to Damascus