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


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 were kids ??? 
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 
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 were kids ??? 
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 
Get up 
I’m gon’ box these n**** 
Take home on a number one belt 
We gonna pop that ??? 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 were kids ??? 
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