Текст песни In Da Club – 50 Cent

Оригинальный текст песни In Da Club – 50 Cent

[50 Cent:]

Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go shorty

It's your birthday

We gon' party like it's yo birthday

We gon' sip Bacardi like it's yo birthday

And you know we don't give a fuck

It's not your birthday!

[Chorus: 2x]

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'

Mama, I got that X, if you into takin' drugs

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

So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

[Verse 1:]

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

When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club

N**gas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love

When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck

But homie ain't nothing change ho's down, G's up

I see Xzibit in the Cutt that n**ga roll that weed up

If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp

Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp

In the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot"

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

But holla in New York them n**gas'll tell ya I'm loco

And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold

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

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

Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow

Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

[Chorus: 2x]

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'

Mama, I got that X, if you into takin' drugs

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

So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

[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 n**ga I done came up and I ain't change.

[Verse 2:]

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

N**ga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it

I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life

You that faggot ass n**ga trying to pull me back right?

When my joint get to pumping in the club it's on

I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone

If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn

If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned

I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up

If the n**gas hate then let 'em hate

Watch the money pile up

Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub

You know where we fucking be

[Chorus: 2x]

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'

Mama, I got that X, if you into takin' drugs

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

So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

(laughing)

Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either n**ga

In the club all the time n**ga, its about to pop off n**ga

G-Unit