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Celebrate

Ladies and gentlemen

The Preacher’s son

Patti LaBelle is in the buildin’

Let’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 was kids, no knives on the street

When the ice cream man came around the way, Lord

Miss Patti, won’t you help me sing

Lord, knows how I miss those days

Dressin’ up for church on Easter Sunday

Doing the Electric Slide at every party

If only you knew what I’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 it

Keep on striving I know you’ll make it

Let’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 was kids, no knives on the street

When the ice cream man came around the way, Lord

Miss Patti, won’t you help me sing

Lord, knows how I miss those days

Dressin’ up for church on Easter Sunday

Doing the Electric Slide at every party

If only you knew what I’ve been through

You would celebrate, fet up, you would celebrate

Get up, I’m gon’ box these niggas

Take home on a number one belt

We gonna pop that thug oh no, to celebrate that wealth

See, I’mma take that hey and turn it into loot

‘Cause 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

‘Cause they’ll be laughin’ at you on your way down

Tell the judge we don’t want incarceration

‘Cause we came for the celebration

So let the women and the children eat first

‘Cause it’s been so long since a celebration

(Cassidy)

This Cassidy, let’s celebrate

I’m sellin’ weed and got hella cake

And I still got the thug in my back pock’

It’s hamburgers, hot dogs in the back row

On the grill we cookin’ it all up

My mom got skills, she hookin’ it all up

Man, it feels like back in the days

When cats wasn’t clappin’ to Ks

And hoodrats was actin’ 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

Let’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 was kids, no knives on the street

When the ice cream man came around the way

Lord, Miss Patti, won’t you help me sing

Lord knows how I miss those days

Dressin’ up for church on Easter Sunday

Doing the Electric Slide at every party

If only you knew what I’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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