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50 cent - in da club (radio edit) lyrics

[intro]
go, go, go, go, go, go
go shorty, it’s your birthday
we gonna party like it’s your birthday
and we gonna sip bacardi like it’s your birthday
and you know we don’t give a ****, it’s not your birthday

[hook]
you can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
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’
mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
i’m into havin’ 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 (huh-uh)
when i roll twenty deep it’s always drama in the club (yeah!)
now they heard i roll with dre, everybody show me love
when you sell like eminem you get plenty of groupie love
look homie, ain’t nothin’ changed: pros down, g’s up
i see xzibit in the cut, hey man, roll them trees 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 l.a. they sayin’, “50, you hot.” (huh-uh)
they like me, i want ’em to love me like they love pac
but holla in new york, fo’ sho’ they’ll tell you i’m loco (yeah!)
and the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (huh-uh)
i’m fully focused, man, my money on my mind
got a mil’ out the deal and i’m still on the grind (whoo!)
now shorty said she feelin’ my style, she feelin’ my flow (huh-uh)
her girlfriend willin’ to get bi and they ready to go (okay!)

[bridge]
my flow, my show brought me the dough
that bought me all my fancy things
my crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
look, homie, i done came up and i ain’t changed (yeah!)

[verse 2]
and you should love it way more than you hate it
oh, you mad? i thought that you’d be happy i made it (whoo!)
i’m that cat by the bar toastin’ to the good life
moved out the hood, now you tryin’ to pull me back, right?
when my joint get to pumpin’ in the club, it’s on
i wink my eye at yo’ chick, if she smiles, she gone
if the roof on fire, man, just let it 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
and if they hate, then let ’em hate, and watch the money pile up.”
or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub’
come on, they know where we be (whoo!)

[outro]
don’t try to act like you don’t know where we be neither
we in the club all the time, so pop, pop off
shady aftermath (ha-ha-ha-ha)

- 50 cent lyrics

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