Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Clubbin', artist - Chingy. Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Clubbin' |
| Yeah, G.I.B |
| Get it boys |
| I don’t know what y’all about to do |
| But I’m about to hit the streets with my crew |
| And, Keep Clubbin' |
| Quit complainin' yeah dog you look cool |
| Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels |
| And, Keep Clubbin' |
| I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin' fool |
| Hell nah it ain’t no rules |
| When, We Clubbin' |
| Head to toe everything I got in is new |
| Plus those you know we keep two |
| And, We Clubbin' |
| (Chingy) |
| It’s a mess up with these fake ballers in their place |
| People comin' out cause they heard I’m comin' back like Mase |
| Big body Benz plenty space, Hundred dollar big face |
| Watch her lick our waist, when we clubbin' |
| Get it girls got it locked |
| Get it boys in the spot |
| Take it off you gettin' hot, cause we clubbin' |
| In my pocket got 'em not |
| Representin' Slot-A-Lot |
| Dirty you can get shot, when we clubbin' |
| Abrah Kadabrah then I appear in the back |
| Throwin' it up with all the high rollers that pop crack |
| My lemon has studs no they not that |
| You paid fifty homie go and get your money back |
| I don’t know what y’all about to do |
| But I’m about to hit the streets with my crew |
| And, Keep Clubbin' |
| Quit complainin' yeah dog you look cool |
| Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels |
| And, Keep Clubbin' |
| I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin' fool |
| Hell nah it ain’t no rules |
| When, We Clubbin' |
| Head to toe everything I got in is new |
| Plus those you know we keep two |
| And, We Clubbin' |
| (Chingy) |
| Rich Money got a bottle and he waitin' to trip (g.i.b.) |
| Ol' G posted with a blunt to his lip |
| Valdez on the floor two-steppin' with his |
| Boozie already out thurr startin' some shit |
| Get it Boy gang, S.T.L. |
| set |
| Phantom car keys, leather Gucci vest |
| V.I.P. |
| then somethin' to eat |
| She leavin' with me then hotel suite |
| Play it like a G, pimpin' man I got to be |
| Five Million really ain’t a lot to me |
| Maybe pop your pee (?) |
| And move your F.O.'s and drop your knee |
| And put wurr I can see, cuz we clubbin' |
| I don’t know what y’all about to do |
| But I’m about to hit the streets with my crew |
| And, Keep Clubbin' |
| Quit complainin' yeah dog you look cool |
| Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels |
| And, Keep Clubbin' |
| I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin' fool |
| Hell nah it ain’t no rules |
| When, We Clubbin' |
| Head to toe everything I got in is new |
| Plus those you know we keep two |
| And, We Clubbin' |
| (Chingy) |
| Headed to the next stop in my Rage Rover |
| Police pull me over, though they can’t stop me from clubbin' |
| Man you know I’m swervin' wild |
| See your boy not sober |
| But I got it I’m a soldier and I’m still clubbin' |
| 50 cars followin' us |
| 10 chicks swallowin' us |
| Four five hallows bust (?) when we clubbin' |
| A big dog not a mutt |
| Keep starin' hater what |
| I’m about to get this locked up, fuck, we clubbin' |
| Put your money wurr your mouth |
| West cost to the East, Mid-West to the South, out, they clubbin' |
| 26's on the hummer |
| Errday like it’s summer |
| Wait tripper take a number I’m still clubbin' |
| I don’t know what y’all about to do |
| But I’m about to hit the streets with my crew |
| And, Keep Clubbin' |
| Quit complainin' yeah dog you look cool |
| Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels |
| And, Keep Clubbin' |
| I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin' fool |
| Hell nah it ain’t no rules |
| When, We Clubbin' |
| Head to toe everything I got in is new |
| Plus those you know we keep two |
| And, We Clubbin' |
| (Chingy) |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Keep clubbin' |
| Whoa, whoa |
| Keep clubbin' |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| We clubbin' |
| Yes, yes |
| We clubbin' |