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 ClefThese ************* ain't ready for this ****, 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 Petron 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 DamascusShe said her dad's in the ArmyAnd 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 DamascusMonday, Tuesday, Wednesday, ThursdayFriday, Saturday, Sunday, gotta have it Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, ThursdayFriday, Saturday, Sunday, gotta have it W. Y. to the ClefBoy 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 DamascusYeah, hey yo ClefWhat's up MissyYou know I love ya girl What's up MissyLet's go, I got the guitar soundin' like a sitar Holy, holy, Jerry Wonder I need some security Call police
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 ClefThese ************* ain't ready for this ****, 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 Petron 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 DamascusShe said her dad's in the ArmyAnd 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 DamascusMonday, Tuesday, Wednesday, ThursdayFriday, Saturday, Sunday, gotta have it Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, ThursdayFriday, Saturday, Sunday, gotta have it W. Y. to the ClefBoy 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 DamascusYeah, hey yo ClefWhat's up MissyYou know I love ya girl What's up MissyLet's go, I got the guitar soundin' like a sitar Holy, holy, Jerry Wonder I need some security Call police
