Wyclef Jean Lyrics

Album: THE PREACHER'S SON

Party To Damascus (Remix) Lyrics

(feat. Missy Elliott)

 [Wyclef Jean (Missy Elliott)]

 Brrrr, yeah (ew, ew, ew, EW! yeah)

 It's over, uh huh (that's right)

 Missy with the Preachers Son, uh huh (ok)

 It's over (ok), I told ya (yeah)

 J-CLEF, let's go (ew, WOO)

 Brrrrr

 

 [Missy Elliott]

 (uh oh)

 Yeah, hey yo Clef (oh)

 ([Wylcef:] Uh huh)

 Uh oh (uh oh), these motherfuckers ain't ready for

 this shit (oh)

 ([Wyclef:] Hey)

 

 [Missy Elliott]

 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

 (c'mon)

 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

 

 [Wyclef Jean]

 Hey [echoes]

 It goes, “Missy you hit me with the henny got me dizzy

 like a lesbi

 I heard you wear turtleneckses' to hide your hickies.”

 

 I'm freaky, dickie, like Samantha ‘Sex in the City'

 Lookie, lookie here

 I only came to party

 Easy shorty, with one dance

 I put you in a trance

 Not a body experience

 As time flies, we have fun

 But I don't want it to pass

 My total love gots you waiting like a whoop-lash

 Hey [echoes]

 

 [Break - Missy Elliott]

 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

 (oh yeah, c'mon, c'mon)

 

 [Chorus - w/ ad libs]

 1,2,3,4

 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

 [Female - singing: x2] Bo habibi, Nishtage'a

 It's official raise your glasses

 Cause this party gonna go to Damascus

 

 [Wyclef Jean]

 Its me turn

 I'm Mr. International

 Cause when I move, everybody moves (Causto mi la'more

 mi das-mi-yor)

 That's was French, if I missed ya

 You want Spanish y'all

 All my guys grab two ladies now (Mi alas amigos puedos

 dos senorita yo)

 (Japanese lib)

 Freakin' in Japanese shooting in the West Indies

 Its breaking down, go and fetch the wrench

 I'm suddenly all Jewish

 And tossin' it up at a Bar-mitz-pha

 

 [Break - w/ ad libs]

 

 [Chorus - w/ ad libs]

 

 [Interlude - Wyclef Jean - 2X]

 Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday

 Friday, Saturday, Sunday, gotta have it

 

 [Missy Elliott]

 W-Y to the Clef (c'mon)

 Boy I keep it realer than the titties on my chest

 (yeah)

 "Milk does your body good," come on take a sip

 Like [3 slurping noises], 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 make 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)

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Missy Elliott - talking]

 (uh oh) Yeah, hey yo Clef

 (uh oh) Uh oh

 

 [Wyclef Jean - talking]

 What's up Missy (uh oh)

 You know I love ya girl (oh)

 What's up Missy

 Let's go (uh)

 I got the guitar soundin like a satar

 Holy, holy, Jerry Wonder I need some security

 Call police [fades out]