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Wyclef Jean

Wyclef Jeanelle Jean (/ˈwaɪklɪf ˈʒɑːn/; Haitian Creole pronunciation: [wajklɛf ʒã]; born October 17, 1969) is a Haitian American rapper, singer, record producer, and politician. At age nine, Jean moved to the United States with his family and has spent much of his life in the country. He first received fame as a member of the acclaimed New Jersey hip hop group the Fugees. more »

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2019

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What I want to do right now, is take y'all back
To my 90's backpack party

Everybody thought she wouldn't glow
'Cause she dance the go-go
Now her chauffeur got a Ghost (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, eh, Page Six
The party so crazy (crazy, crazy)

Only time a nigga shooting now is just for points
Cops stop a nigga and he 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 boys in the hood, welcome to the barbaque

Everybody thought she wouldn't glow
'Cause she dance the go-go
Now her chauffeur got a Ghost (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, eh, Page Six
The party so crazy (crazy, 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 I'm 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 'cause you a bad bitch

Everybody thought she wouldn't glow
'Cause she dance the go-go
Now her chauffeur got a Ghost (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, eh, Page Six
The party so crazy (crazy, 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 bagged lunches
Make a toast, look at how she glow
She would dance the go-go now her chauffeur got the Ghost (ay ay)
Everybody sippin' for the sympathy
I'm simply, flipping samples to a symphony
Last night is quite the mystery
Woke up with my Hepburn, to 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 glow
'Cause she dance the go-go
Now her chauffeur got a Ghost (got a Ghost)

Paparazzi all up in the shit
But the party so crazy that we made Page Six

Please don't leave me, party's ending
I am fiending, for that feeling (I gotta go)
Please don't leave me (yeah, I gotta go), party ending (oh, oh, I gotta go)
I am fiending, for that feeling
For that feeling

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