We Be Clubbin’ lyrics

by

Styles P


[Intro]
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. Heavy weight Def Jam
Clark world

[Verse 1: Ice Cube & DMX]
Once again, it's on the motherf*cking psycho
Ice Cube the don mega, with my n*gga DMX
Huh, a diamond in the rough
Punk, he gon' stay in the rough
East meets west, it's going down
Yeah, we be clubbing
We be clubbing
We be clubbing, we be clubbing, we be clubbing
I'm in the city b*tch, we clubbing (n*gga, what?)
I'm treated like the presidential motorcade
Taking out the residential global persperation
Freaky gyrations close to fornication
Numbers get passed when asked information
Intoxication faded inebriated
Designated driver liver than Macgyver
Blocking freaks in all of 'em tens
Stallions get them to pile in
Sitting on 'lacs, b*tch, we write raps
Backdo' access you getting jealous
Standing all in line with designer umbrellas
Bad fellas running with the East Side connection
Any kind of club with a star check they weapons
Who wanna sex DMX? Get naked
f*cking to security show us the exit
[Chorus: Ice Cube]
Heavy hitters counting figures
We be clubbing
Mixing blunts and heavy liquors
We be clubbing
For all my live ass n*ggas
We be clubbing
f*cking all them gold diggers
We be clubbing

[Verse 2: DMX]
DMX, Ruff Ryders, grr, grr
All I do is import to export transport to west port
A n*gga still breathing today cause the vest caught
Them slugs you spit at me now, get at me if you want more
Put a f*cking hole up in yo' back so what's the front for?
Come on baby we some noisemakers
Catching n*ggas with bricks at out of Montego
Coming through Las Vegas
Made us wanted dead or alive
On mad n*ggas hit lists
But ain't a motherf*cker come to get this
Witness what's unheard of cold blooded murder
This hot sh*t'll have you smelling like a f*cking burger
And the shell from the twelve is all it takes
To make a n*gga spin like twice and then fall
You call for help
But ain't none coming
The admin slaughtered the robbery & gun running
And when I'm done gunning we all gon' meet up at the club
f*cking with Cube it's nothing but love
n*gga, what!!
[Chorus: Ice Cube]
Heavy hitters counting figures
We be clubbing
Mixing blunts and heavy liquors
We be clubbing
For all my live ass n*ggas
We be clubbing
f*cking all them gold diggers
We be clubbing

[Verse 3: Ice Cube & DMX]
New York, get ya club on
L.A., get ya club on
Chicago, get ya club on
Atlanta, get ya club on
f*ck that sh*t
If the dog's off the leash then the dog's gonna bite (Roof)
If the dog's in the ring then the dog's gonna fight (Roof)
If the dog's on the west coast then I'm f*cking with Cube
Where them hoes at n*gga keep 'em coming in twos
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
Uh, it's all good it's all right
f*ck all day f*ck all night
Call all my n*ggas cause wherever I go
Y'all my n*ggas east to the west coast all my n*ggas
Now the east to the west
Piece of the best sick of this sh*t (Grr)
Added DMX to add grit in this sh*t (Grr)
Atlantic to pacific spitting this sh*t (Grr)
Got love for my n*ggas that's getting a grip (Grr)
We be clubbing
[Chorus: Ice Cube]
Heavy hitters counting figures
We be clubbing
Mixing blunts and heavy liquors
We be clubbing
For all my live ass n*ggas
We be clubbing
f*cking all them gold diggers
We be clubbing
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