50 Cent Lyrics

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In Da Club (Edited Version) Lyrics

(Intro)

Go shorty, it's your birthday

We gon' party like it's your birthday

We gon' sip on Bacardi like it's your birthday

And you know we don't give a [...], it's not your birthday

(Chorus X 2)

Find me in da club, bottle full of bub

Ma, I got what you need if you need to feel a buzz

I'm into having sex, I ain't into makin' love

So come give me a hug, if you into gettin' rubbed

(Verse 1)

When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs

When I roll 20-deep, it's always drama in da club

Now that I roll with Dre, everybody show me love

When you sell like Eminem, you get plenty of groupie love

But homie ain't nothin' changed, bro's down, G's up

I see Xzibit in the cut, "Hey man, roll them trees up"

Watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp

Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp

In the hood and the ladies saying, "50, you hot"

They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love 'Pac

But holla in New York, fo sho, to tell you I'm loco

The plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold

I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind

Got a mill' out the deal, and I'm still on the grind

Now shorty says she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow

Her girlfriend with her, they bi, and they ready to go

(Chorus X 2)

(Bridge)

My flow, my show, brought me the dough

That bought me all my fancy things

My crib, my car, my jewels, my crews

Look homie, I done came up and I ain't changed

(Verse 2)

And you should love it, way more than you hate it

Homie you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it

I'm that cat by the bar, toastin' to the good life

Moved out the hood right, you tryin' to pull me back, right?

When my dogs get to pumpin' in da club, it's on

I wink my eye at your chick, if she smile, she gone

If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn

If the talk ain't 'bout money homie, I ain't concerned

I'm a tell you what Banks told me: "Just go 'head, switch the styles up"

And if they hate, then let 'em hate, but watch the money pile up

Or we can go upside they head with a bottle of bub

Come on, they know where we be

(Chorus X 2)

(Outro)

Don't try to act like you don't know who we be, neither

We in da club all the time, so pop, pop off

Shady/Aftermath