Lyrical Breakdown of party to damascus (featuring m - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Wyclef Jean weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "party to damascus (featuring m" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Brrr! (Yeah)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh! Yeah (It's over, uh-huh)
That's right (Missy with the preacher's son, uh-huh)
Okay (It's over)
Okay (I told y'all!)
Yeah (J. Clef!)
Let's go (Woo!)
Brrrrr! (Uh-oh)
Yeah, ayo, Clef! (Uh-oh)
Uh-oh (Uh-oh)
Yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh-oh)
Me and Clef on this track, what you want?
Heard you wanna battle us both, I hope you down
Hand me my mic, two woofers in my trunk
Sound like ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga
I drink that Dom Pérignon
I drink that shot of Patrón to turn me on
I got that red-eye balm, get you stoned
I got them gunshots, head knocked 'til my bed stop
Ayo, Missy, the hippie with the Henny got me dizzy like Gillespie
I have you wear a turtleneck just to hide the hickey
I'm freaky-deaky like Samantha, Sex and the City
Looka, looka here, I only came to party
Easy, shorty, with one dance
I put you in a trance, an out-of-body experience
Time flies when we having fun, I don't want it to pass
My jungle love got you waking up with whiplash (Ayy)
I'll teach you what you want (Oh yeah)
The things you need to know (Okay)
Come in and shut the door (Yeah)
Let's get this party going (Ayy)
Baby, let me show you (Yeah)
How you can satisfy a girl's needs (Ayy)
One, two, three, four (Uh, come on, ah!)
In the morning (Woo), in the evening (Uh)
In the night time (Uh), gotta have it (Ayy)
It's a feeling (Oh), I can't fight it (Come on)
You got me speaking (Yeah) another language (Yeah)
Oh, habibi, bista wela
Oh, habibi, bista wela
It's official, raise your glasses
'Cause this party gonna go to Damascus
It's Mr. International
Quand je fais l'amour, on m'appelle Romeu
That was French if I missed y'all, y'all want Spanish, y'all?
Mira amiga, buenos días, señorita, y'all
Ichi, ni, san, shi, go, roku, shichi, hachi
Freak it in Japanese, she love the West Indies
Speaking Arabic, her man's Jewish
Mazal tov, toss it up in the bar mitzvah (Come on)
I'll teach you what you want (Teach me)
The things you need to know (Okay)
Come in and shut the door (Yeah)
Let's get this party going (Ayy)
Baby, let me show you (Yeah)
How you can satisfy a girl's needs (Ayy)
One, two, three, four (Uh, come on, ah!)
In the morning (Woo), in the evening (Uh)
In the night time (Uh), gotta have it (Ayy)
It's a feeling (Oh), I can't fight it (Come on)
You got me speaking (Yeah) another language (Yeah)
Oh, habibi, bista wela
Oh, habibi, bista wela
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 (Come on)
Boy, I keep it realer than the titties on my chest (Yeah)
Milk does your body good, come on, take a sip
Like -slurp- -slurp- -slurp-, it tastes good
Whoa, he's a fine dreadlock, come on, guess
How many times Missy crushed the very best?
How many bitches on my song bought from sex?
As many times as Teddy Riley said, "Yep, yep"
Did you get it? I stays on your mind like a fitted
Like Diddy, make you walk from Chic Steaks to the city
Rough chick, dirty jeans, ain't nothing pretty
Me and Clef stepping to the mic to get busy (Come on, ayy)
In the morning (Woo), in the evening (Uh)
In the night time (Uh), gotta have it (Ayy)
It's a feeling (Oh), I can't fight it (Come on)
You got me speaking (Yeah) another language (Yeah)
Oh, habibi, bista wela
Oh, habibi, bista wela
It's official, raise your glasses
'Cause this party gonna go to Damascus
Uh-oh (Yeah, ayo, Clef!)
Uh-oh (Uh-oh, sak pasé?)
Uh-oh (You know I love you, girl, sak pasé?)
Uh-oh (Let's go)
I got the guitar sounding like a sitar
Holy! Jerry Wesson
I need some security
Call the police