Lyrics Wyclef Jean – Page Six

Wyclef Jean:
What I want to do right now, is take ya’ll back
To my 90s backpack party

Everybody thought she wouldn’t go

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

Phern:
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 I’m getting stuck, getting stuck and astonishment
Wanna keep it up, wanna follow what you got on it
I want to hang, can’t have it, get it back, cause traffic
Momma said watch your back cause’ you a bad bitch

Wyclef Jean:
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

Freaky Pat:
Whiskey in my cup, put some paper for the bang
Party going up, as if we’re never gonna end
By a chance, can I get advanced
Maybe sit down just to tell you where I stand
Baby welcome to the mathfunction
It’s the rambunctious
Steady in my bag since the bag lunches
Make a toast, look at how she goes
She would dance the go-go now her shoufer got the ghost
Everybody sipping for the sympathy
I’m simply, flipping samples to a symphony
Last night is quiet the mystery
Woke up with my hair burned, at Breakfast at Tiffany’s
From Minneapolis to the city of actors
Seems like rappers, beef or get into 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

Wyclef Jean:
Paparazzi all up in the shit
But the party so crazy that we made page six

Phern (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)