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