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 Clef   These motherfuckers ain't ready for this shit, 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 Damascus      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   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 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, 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 Damascus      Yeah, hey yo Clef   What's up Missy   You know I love ya girl   What's up Missy   Let's go, I got the guitar soundin' like a sitar   Holy, holy, Jerry Wonder I need some security   Call police