In Da Club

Go, go, go, go, go, go
 Go, shorty, it's your birthday
 We gon' party like it's your birthday
 We gon' sip Bacardi 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 getting 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 getting rubbed
 When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs (uh-huh)
 When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 nines in the club (yeah)
 Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
 When you sell like Eminem, then 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 that)
 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 a'ight)
 In the hood in L.A., 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 getting 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 getting 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 then you hate it
 Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (woo)
 I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
 You that faggot-ass nigga trying to pull me back, right?
 When my jaws get to bumpin' in the club, it's on
 I wink my eye at you, bitch, if she smiles, she gone
 If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
 If the talk ain't 'bout money, homie, I ain't concerned
 I'ma tell you what Banks told me, "Cuz, go 'head switch the style up
 If the niggas hate then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up"
 Or we can go upside your head wit' 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 getting 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 getting rubbed (hahaha)
 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
 G-Unit