In Da Club

They done let them Christians in the club* Oh my God! They done let them Christians in the club Oh my God, look at all these Christians in the club Look at all my fellas showin love We done bought the bar, not what you think exactly Tell the bartender we servin virgin daquiris I wanna party sober, and I get a buzz off this music Get high off the spirit, when I feel it, can't lose it Atmosphere is crazy, everybody feel the same And man if you ain't feeling this than you a certified lame I came in the name of the one who sent me Pulling up clean in an all black Bentley Close the door gently, step out stuntin We done covered all charges so everybody comin Long line outside, be patient, no skippin Extra police incase people start trippin Leave your gun home and put your dope away Cause you don't really need all that to party anyway Oh my God! They done let them Christians in the club Can't stop em so you might as well join em Christians walkin round acting like they're club owners Even the DJ is with them Christians And when he yells "Switch! ", every Christian switches Man, you either want to be one or be with one And, You're trying to figure out just how to get one to come And talk to you, have a conversation All these Christians in the Club, tell me what's your hesitation I see two over there, and three over there And four in the back with their hands in the air Unified, got much power Laughin and giggling like it's comedy hour My God! They done let them Christians in the club And them Christians is talking to them thugs and showin love And them thugs is askin and wonderin, they tryin to see Where the party's gonna be the followin week, now we gone see