We Be Clubbin’ DMX (Ft. Ice Cube)

[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 motherfucking psycho
Ice Cube the don mega, with my nigga 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 bitch, we clubbing (Nigga, 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, bitch, 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
Fucking to security show us the exit