[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 n***a 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' (N***a 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 n***as
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 n***a still breathin' today 'cause the vest caught
Them slugs you spit at me now, get at me if you want more
Put a fuckin' hole up in yo' back, so what's the front for?
Come on baby we some noise makers
Catchin' n***as for bricks out in Montegos
Comin' through Las Vegas
Made us wanted dead or alive
On mad n***as 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 n***a 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
N***a 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 n***a 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 n***as cause wherever I go
Y'all my n***as East to the West Coast all my n***as
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 n***as that's gettin' a grip [Grrr]
We be clubbin'
[Chorus]

[Outro]