[Chorus:]
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They done let them Christians in the club
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Oh my God! They done let them Christians in the club [x8]
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[Verse 1:]
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Oh my God, look at all these Christians in the club
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Look at all my fellas showin love
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We done bought the bar, not what you think exactly
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Tell the bartender we servin virgin daquiris
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I wanna party sober, and I get a buzz off this music
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Get high off the spirit, when I feel it, can't lose it
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Atmosphere is crazy, everybody feel the same
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And man if you ain't feeling this than you a certified lame
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I came in the name of the one who sent me
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Pulling up clean in an all black Bentley
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Close the door gently, step out stuntin
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We done covered all charges so everybody comin
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Long line outside, be patient, no skippin
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Extra police incase people start trippin
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Leave your gun home and put your dope away
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Cause you don't really need all that to party anyway
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[Chorus:]
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Oh my God! They done let them Christians in the club [x8]
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[Verse 2:]
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Can't stop em so you might as well join em
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Christians walkin round acting like they're club owners
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Even the DJ is with them Christians
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And when he yells "Switch!", every Christian switches
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Man, you either want to be one or be with one
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And, You're trying to figure out just how to get one to come
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And talk to you, have a conversation All these Christians in the
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Club, tell me what's your hesitation
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I see two over there, and three over there
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And four in the back with their hands in the air
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Unified, got much power
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Laughin and giggling like it's comedy hour
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My God! They done let them Christians in the club
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And them Christians is talking to them thugs and showin love
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And them thugs is askin and wonderin, they tryin to see
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Where the party's gonna be the followin week, now we gone see
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In Da Club
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| Canton Jones |
