Wyclef Jean, Freaky Pat, Phern - Page Six lyrics
[Wyclef Jean, Freaky Pat, Phern - Page Six lyrics]
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, it's 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
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)
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, it's 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
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)