In Da Club
50 Cent Lyrics

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, shawty 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
We are going all in to celebrate your birthday today with drinks and partying as if it's your actual birthday, and we don't care if it's not.

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
I'm hanging out in the club with a bottle of champagne, and I have drugs if you're interested. I'm looking for sex but not a committed relationship, so come hug me if you're interested in a rubdown.

When I pull out up 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 that) If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp Been hit wit a few shells but I don't walk wit a limp (I'm aight) 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, them 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)
I'm driving my flashy car with twenty guys and many guns in the club. People adore me for working with Dr. Dre, selling like Eminem, and being a player. I may have faced some trouble, but I'm still standing and hot in L.A. I want to be loved like Tupac. My plan is to dominate the rap game, and I'm completely focused on making money. A girl likes my style and she's with her bisexual friend who is ready to hook up on the spot.

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)
My rap skills and performance brought me a lot of money that I used to buy my fancy things like my house, cars, clothes, and jewelry. I've become successful, but I haven't changed who I am.

And you should love it, way more than you hate it Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it 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 your bitch, if she smiles, she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talkin' 'bout 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, then watch the money pile up" Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub' They know where we fuckin' be
You should be happy for my success instead of hating on it. I'm living the good life and enjoying my drink by the bar. You're just an insignificant person trying to bring me down. When my music starts playing in the club, I flirt with your girl and she'll be mine. If something is causing chaos, just let it be. If you're talking about money, I'm not interested in talking. My friend Banks told me to switch things up if people don't like me, and I'll keep making more money. Alternatively, we can hit you with a bottle of champagne. They know where to find us.