Page Six - Wyclef Jean, Phern, Freaky Pat

What I want to do right now, is take yall back

To my 90s backpack party

Everybody thought she wouldn’t go

Cause she dance the go-go

Now her shoufer got a ghost

Paparazzi all up in the shit

But the party so crazy that we made page six, page six

The party so crazy that we made page six, page six

The party so crazy

Only time a nigga shooting now is just for points

Cops stop a nigga and he’s asking for a joint

And my man stop playing, hit her with the ring hova

Woke up with the tiger mama, its a hangover

Ain’t nobody beefing, the sets called a truce

We just boyz in the hood, welcome to the bar-b-que

Everybody thought she wouldn’t go

Cause she dance the go-go

Now her shoufer got a ghost

Paparazzi all up in the shit

But the party so crazy that we made page six, page six

The party so crazy that we made page six, page six

The party so crazy

You see me in the party and you see that shorty got it

You start to back it up like i’m parallel parking it

Now im getting stuck, getting stuck and astonishment

Wanna keep it up, wanna follow what you guiding with

You want it bad, can’t have it, get it back, cause traffic

Momma said watch your back cuz' you a bad bitch

Everybody thought she wouldn’t go

Cause she dance the go-go

Now her shoufer got a ghost

Paparazzi all up in the shit

But the party so crazy that we made page six, page six

The party so crazy that we made page six, page six

The party so crazy

Whiskey in my cup, and some paper for the band

Party going up, as if we’re never gonna end

By chance, can i get a dance

Maybe sit down just to tell you where i stand

Baby welcome to the mad function

It’s the rambunctious

Steady in my bag since the bag lunches

Make a toast, look at how she glow

She would dance the go-go now her shoufer got the ghost

Everybody simpin for the sympathy

I’m simply, flipping samples to a symphony

Last night is quiet the mystery

Woke up with my Hepburn, at Breakfast at Tiffany’s

From Minneapolis to the city of actors

Seems like rappers, beef or be forgetting to practice

And so i keep it cinematic, and blow the reefer for the baggage

Everybody

Everybody thought she wouldn’t go

Cause she dance the go-go

Now her shoufer got the Ghost

Paparazzi all up in the shit

But the party so crazy that we made page six

(Wyclef Jean)

Please don’t leave me, party ending

I am feening, for that feeling (i gotta go)

Please don’t leave me, party ending (i gotta go)

I am feening, for that feeling (oh, oh, i gotta go)