Let's go woh!
Brrrr....
Hey yo Clef
These mothers
ain't ready
for this sh*t
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 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
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
In the mornin',
in the evenin'
In the night-time,
gotta have it
It's a feelin'
I can't fight it
You got me speakin'
another language
It's official raise
your glasses
'Cos 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'm-a
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'll 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
In the mornin',
in the evenin'
In the night-time,
gotta have it
It's a feelin'
I can't fight it
You got me speakin'
another language
It's official
raise your glasses
'Cos 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
Milk does your
body good
Come on take a sip
Like (slurp!!)...
it taste good don't it
You's a fine dreadlock,
come on get it
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 cheek steaks
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 night-time,
gotta have it
It's a feelin'
I can't fight it
You got me speakin'
another language
It's official
raise your glasses
'Cos this party
gonna go to Damascus
Oh... oh...
Oh...