We Be Clubbin’ Remix

[Intro: DJ Clark Kent, Ice Cube & DMX]

What you think gon' happen if I get Ice Cube

To do a joint with the wildest dog on the East Coast? Man

They don't know

Heavyweight

Def Jam, Clark World (Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

Once again it's on the motherfuckin' psycho (Uh!)

Ice Cube the Don Mega (Come on)

With my nigga DMX, huh (DMX)

Diamond (What!) in the rough, punk (Ruff Ryda)

He gon' stay in the rough (Ha haaaa) (Uh)

East meets West (Uh!) (?)

I's goin' down

Yeah (Uh!) (?)

We be clubbin' (Uh huh)

We be clubbin' (Uh!) (Clark world)

We be clubbin', we be clubbin', we be clubbin' (Woo)

[Verse 1: Ice Cube & DMX]

I'm in the city bitch we clubbin' (Nigga what?)

I'm treated like the Presidential motorcade

Takin' out the residential global persperation

Freaky gyrations close to fornication

Numbers get passed when asked information

Intoxication faded inebriated

Designated driver liver than MacGyver

Blockin' freaks in (Uh uh, come on)

All of 'em tens

Stallions get them to pile in

Sittin' on 'Lacs bitch we write raps (Uh)

Backdo' access you gettin' jealous

Standin' all in line with designer umbrellas (Wooo)

Bad fellas runnin' with the Eastside Connection (What!)

Any kind of club with a star check they weapons (What!)

Who wanna sex DMX get naked

Fuckin' to security show us the exit

[Chorus]

Heavy hitters countin' figures

We be Clubbin'

Mixin' blunts and heavy liquors

We be Clubbin'

For all my live ass niggas

We be clubbin'

Fuckin' all them gold diggers

We be clubbin'

[We be clubbin' we be clubbin' we be clubbin']

[Interlude: DJ Clark Kent]

DMX

Ruff Ryders

[Verse 2: DMX]

Grrr grrr

All I do is import to export, transport to Westport

A nigga still breathin' today 'cause the vest caught

Them slugs you spit at me now, now get at me if you want more

Sick with a fucking hole up in yo' back, so what's the front for?

Come on baby we some noise makers

Catchin' niggas for bricks out in Montegos

Comin' through Las Vegas

Made us wanted dead or alive

On mad niggas hit lists

But ain't a muthafucka come and get this

Witness what's unheard of cold blooded murder

This hot shit'll have you smellin' like a fuckin' burger

And the shell from the twelve is all it takes

To make a nigga spin like twice and then fall

You call for help, but ain't none comin'

Then add manslaughter to robbery and gun runnin'

And when I'm done gunnin' we all gon' meet up at the club

Fuckin' with Cube it's nothin' but love

Nigga What!!

Chorus

[Bridge: Ice Cube & DMX]

New York get ya club on

L.A. get ya club on

Chicago get ya club on

Atlanta (Fuck that shit) get ya club on

[Verse 3: DMX and Ice Cube]

Fuck that shit

If the dog's off the leash then the dog's gonna bite (rooof) (What!)

If the dog's in the ring then the dog's gonna fight (rooof) (What!)

If the dog's on the West Coast then I'm fuckin' with Cube (Come on!)

Where them hoes at nigga keep 'em comin' in twos (Aight!)

Like Noah I make it wetter the doubleheader

Hit that ass like I got a vendetta you know it's better

With the Don Mega shake it off shake it off

Take it off take it off and make it soft biotch

Uhh, It's all good

It's all right (What!)

Fuck all day (What!)

Fuck all night (Come on!)

Call all my niggas cause wherever I go

Y'all my niggas East to the West Coast all my niggas

Now the East to the West

Piece of the best sick of this shit [Grrrrr]

Added DMX to add grit in this shit [Grrrr]

Atlantic to Pacific spittin' this shit [Grrrr]

Got love for my niggas that's gettin' a grip [Grrr]

We be clubbin'

[Chorus]

[Outro]