What I want to do right now, is take ya'll 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, 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 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 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, 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 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)