| What I want to do right now, is take yall back
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| To my 90s backpack party
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| Everybody thought she wouldn’t go
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| Cause she dance the go-go
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| Now her shoufer got a ghost
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| Paparazzi all up in the shit
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| But the party so crazy that we made page six, page six
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| The party so crazy that we made page six, page six
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| The party so crazy
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| Only time a nigga shooting now is just for points
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| Cops stop a nigga and he’s asking for a joint
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| And my man stop playing, hit her with the ring hova
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| Woke up with the tiger mama, its a hangover
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| Ain’t nobody beefing, the sets called a truce
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| We just boyz in the hood, welcome to the bar-b-que
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| Everybody thought she wouldn’t go
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| Cause she dance the go-go
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| Now her shoufer got a ghost
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| Paparazzi all up in the shit
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| But the party so crazy that we made page six, page six
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| The party so crazy that we made page six, page six
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| The party so crazy
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| You see me in the party and you see that shorty got it
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| You start to back it up like i’m parallel parking it
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| Now im getting stuck, getting stuck and astonishment
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| Wanna keep it up, wanna follow what you guiding with
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| You want it bad, can’t have it, get it back, cause traffic
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| Momma said watch your back cuz' you a bad bitch
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| Everybody thought she wouldn’t go
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| Cause she dance the go-go
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| Now her shoufer got a ghost
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| Paparazzi all up in the shit
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| But the party so crazy that we made page six, page six
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| The party so crazy that we made page six, page six
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| The party so crazy
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| Whiskey in my cup, and some paper for the band
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| Party going up, as if we’re never gonna end
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| By chance, can i get a dance
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| Maybe sit down just to tell you where i stand
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| Baby welcome to the mad function
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| It’s the rambunctious
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| Steady in my bag since the bag lunches
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| Make a toast, look at how she glow
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| She would dance the go-go now her shoufer got the ghost
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| Everybody simpin for the sympathy
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| I’m simply, flipping samples to a symphony
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| Last night is quiet the mystery
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| Woke up with my Hepburn, at Breakfast at Tiffany’s
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| From Minneapolis to the city of actors
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| Seems like rappers, beef or be forgetting to practice
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| And so i keep it cinematic, and blow the reefer for the baggage
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| Everybody
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| Everybody thought she wouldn’t go
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| Cause she dance the go-go
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| Now her shoufer got the Ghost
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| Paparazzi all up in the shit
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| But the party so crazy that we made page six
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| (Wyclef Jean)
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| Please don’t leave me, party ending
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| I am feening, for that feeling (i gotta go)
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| Please don’t leave me, party ending (i gotta go)
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| I am feening, for that feeling (oh, oh, i gotta go) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Page Six , by - Wyclef Jean. Song from the album Wyclef Goes Back To School Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп