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 care it's not your birthday

You can find me in the club, bottles full of bub'
Look, mami, I got that X if you into gettin' touched
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottles full of bub'
Look, mami, I got that X if you into gettin' touched
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed

When I pull up in the fronts, the Benz on dubs (uh-huh)
When I roll it's 20 deep, it's 20 nines in the club (yeah)
Brothers heard I hang with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, man, they girls, they wanna tuck (woo)
But homie, nothin' changed, hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the club, fool, roll that weed up (roll that weed up)
If you watched me 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 alright)

In the hood, the ladies are sayin' that 50's hot (uh-huh)
They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love rock
But holla in New York, they goin' to say that I'm loco (yeah)
And the plan is to put this rap game in a chokehold (uh-huh)
I'm feelin' the focus, man, my money on my mind
Got a mil' out the deal, and I'm still on the grind (woo)
Now shorty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (uh-huh)
Her girlfriend's ready to ride, and they ready to go (okay)

You can find me in the club, bottles full of bub'
Look, mami, I got that X if you into gettin' touched
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottles full of bub'
Look, mami, I got that X if you into gettin' touched
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you're 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, brother, I done came up and I ain't changed (yeah)

And you should love it, way more than you hate it
Brother, you mad? (Ha-ha)
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 raggin'-ass brother trying to pull me back, right?
When my jaw get to bumpin' in the club, it's on
But when I get the girl, once she smiles, she gone
If the roof 's on fire, let the whole roof burn
If you not talkin' about money, homie, I ain't concerned

I'ma tell you like Banks told me, "Cuz, go 'head and switch the style up
And if they hate, then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up"
Or we can go upside your head wit' a bottle of bub'
Then you know where the hell we be

You can find me in the club, bottles full of bub'
Look, mami, I got that X if you into gettin' touched
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottles full of bub'
Look, mami, I got that X if you into gettin' touched
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed

It's a party in the club
Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither, foo'
In the club, it's all the time, bottles pop off, foo'
G-Unit, yeah