50 Cent - In da Club lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - In da Club lyrics]
Go, shawty, it's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
And we gon' sip Bacardí
Like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday
You can find me in the club
Bottle full of bub' look, mami
I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug
If you into gettin' rubbed
You can find me in the club
Bottle full of bub' look, mami
I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug
If you into gettin' rubbed
When I pull up out front
You see the Benz on dubs (Uh, huh)
When I roll twenty deep
It's twenty nines in the club (yeah)
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre
Now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem and the hoes
They wanna fuck (Woo)
Look homie, ain't nothin' changed: hoes down
G's up i see Xzibit in the cut, hey nigga
Roll that weed up! (Roll it)
If you watch how I move
You'll mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit with a few shells
But I don't walk with a limp (I'm aight)
In the hood in LA they sayin', "50, you hot"
(Uh, huh) they like me
I want 'em to love me like they love Pac
But holla in New York
The niggas'll tell you I'm loco (yeah)
And the plan is to put the
Rap game in a chokehold (Uh, huh)
I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind
Got a mil' out the deal and
I'm still on the grind (Woo)
Now shawty said she feelin' my style
She feelin' my flow (Uh, huh)
Her girlfriend with her
They bi and they ready to go (Okay)
You can find me in the club
Bottle full of bub' look, mami
I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug
If you into gettin' rubbed
You can find me in the club
Bottle full of bub' look, mami
I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug
If you into gettin' rubbed (Rubbed)
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look, nigga
I done came up and I ain't changed
(What? What? yeah)
And you should love it way
More than you hate it
Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd
Be happy I made it (Woo)
I'm that cat by the bar
Toastin' to the good life
You that faggot-ass nigga tryna pull me back
Right?
When my joint get to pumpin' in the club
It's on
I wink my eye at yo' bitch, if she smiles
She gone if the roof on fire
Let the motherfucker burn
If you talkin' about money, homie
I ain't concerned
I'ma tell you what Banks told
Me: "Cuz, go 'head, switch the style up
If niggas hate, then let 'em hate
And watch the money pile up"
Or we can go upside your head
With a bottle of bub'
They know where we fuckin' be
You can find me in the club
Bottle full of bub' look, mami
I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug
If you into gettin' rubbed
You can find me in the club
Bottle full of bub' look, mami
I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug
If you into gettin' rubbed (Ha ha ha ha)
Don't try to act like you don't
Know where we be neither, nigga
We in the club all the time
Nigga, so pop, pop off, nigga
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