We Be Clubbin’ Remix Ice Cube (Ft. DMX)

[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