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Celebrate Lyrics

Artist: Wyclef Jean
Album: The Preacher's Son

Wyclef Jean feat. Pattl Labelle
Celebrate
The Preacher's Son (2003)

Ladies and gentlemen, The Preacherâ‚¬â„¢s son
Patti LaBelle is in the buildinâ‚¬â„¢
Letâ‚¬â„¢s celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque, how we used to do
On the avenue, have a Philly
Man, how I miss those days
When the kids were kids ???
When the ice cream man came around the way, Lord
Miss Patti, wonâ‚¬â„¢t you help me sing
Lord knows how I miss those days
Dressinâ‚¬â„¢ up for church on Easter Sunday
Doing the Electric Slide at every party
If only you knew what Iâ‚¬â„¢ve been through
You would celebrate
Get up, you would celebrate
I came in this game through the back door
I know Labelle, we were so much more
We worked and earned it, God knows we deserved
Keep on striving I know youâ‚¬â„¢ll make it
Letâ‚¬â„¢s celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque, how we used to do
On the avenue, have a Philly
Man, how I miss those days
When the kids were kids ???
When the ice cream man came around the way, Lord
Miss Patti, wonâ‚¬â„¢t you help me sing
Lord knows how I miss those days
Dressinâ‚¬â„¢ up for church on Easter Sunday
Doing the Electric Slide at every party
If only you knew what Iâ‚¬â„¢ve been through
You would celebrate
Get up, you would celebrate
Get up
Iâ‚¬â„¢m gonâ‚¬â„¢ box these n****
Take home on a number one belt
We gonna pop that ??? to celebrate that wealth
See, Iâ‚¬â„¢mma take that hey and turn it into loot
â‚¬ËœCause whoever got blessed no man can test
Whoever got blessed no man can test
What goes up must surely come down, yes
So watch who you hurt on your way up
â‚¬ËœCause theyâ‚¬â„¢ll be laughinâ‚¬â„¢ at you on your way down
Tell the judge we donâ‚¬â„¢t want incarceration
â‚¬ËœCause we came for the celebration
So let the women and the children eat first
â‚¬ËœCause itâ‚¬â„¢s been so long since a celebration (Cassidy)
This Cassidy, letâ‚¬â„¢s celebrate
Iâ‚¬â„¢m sellinâ‚¬â„¢ weed and got hella cake
And I still got the thug in my back pockâ‚¬â„¢
Itâ‚¬â„¢s hamburgers, hot dogs in the back row
On the grill we cookinâ‚¬â„¢ it all up
My mom got skills, she hookinâ‚¬â„¢ it all up
Man, it feels like back in the days
When cats wasnâ‚¬â„¢t clappinâ‚¬â„¢ to Ks
And hoodrats was actinâ‚¬â„¢ they age
Clef and the rest of the gang with me
And me and Miss LaBelle we rap the same city
Philly, home of the blunts and the cheese steaks
And I cannot be stopped like I need the breaks
Letâ‚¬â„¢s celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque, how we used to do
On the avenue, have a Philly
Man, how I miss those days
When the kids were kids ???
When the ice cream man came around the way
Lord, Miss Patti, wonâ‚¬â„¢t you help me sing
Lord knows how I miss those days
Dressinâ‚¬â„¢ up for church on Easter Sunday
Doing the Electric Slide at every party
If only you knew what Iâ‚¬â„¢ve been through
You would celebrate
Be okay, yeah
Get up, you would celebrate
Get up, you would celebrate
Get up

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