Cent 50 / In Da ClubGo, go, go, go, go, goGo, shortyIts your birthdayWe gon party like its your birthdayWe gon sip Bacardi like its your birthdayAnd you know we dont give a fuck its not your birthdayYou can find me in the club, bottle full of bubLook, mami, I got the X, if you into takin drugsIm into havin sex, I aint into makin loveSo come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbedYou can find me in the club, bottle full of bubLook, mami, I got the X, if you into takin drugsIm into havin sex, I aint into makin loveSo come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbedWhen I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubsWhen I roll 20 deep, its 20 knives in the clubNiggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me loveWhen you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuckBut, homie, aint nothing change hoes down, Gs upI see Xzibit in the cut, that nigga roll that weed upIf you watch how I move, youll mistake me for a playa or pimpBeen hit wit a few shells, but I dont walk wit a limp (Im ight)In the hood, in L.A., they saying "50 you hot"They like me, I want them to love me like they love PacBut holla, in New York them niggasll tell ya Im locoAnd the plan is to put the rap game in a chokeholdIm full of focused man, my money on my mindI got a mill out the deal and Im still on the grindNow shorty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flowHer girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to goYou can find me in the club, bottle full of bubLook, mami, I got the X, if you into takin drugsIm into havin sex, I aint into makin loveSo come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbedYou can find me in the club, bottle full of bubLook, mami, I got the X, if you into takin drugsIm into havin sex I, aint into makin loveSo come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbedMy flow, my show brought me the doughThat bought me all my fancy thingsMy crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewelsLook, nigga, I done came up and I aint changeAnd you should love it, way more then you hate itNigga, you mad? I thought that youd be happy I made itIm that cat by the bar toasting to the good lifeYou that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back, right?When my jaws get to bumpin in the club its onI wink my eye at you, bitch, if she smiles she goneIf the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burnIf the talk aint bout money, homie, I aint concernedIm a tell you what Banks told me, "Cuz, go head switch the style upIf the niggas hate then let em hate and watch the money pile up"Or we can go upside your head wit a bottle of bubThey know where we fuckin beYou can find me in the club, bottle full of bubLook, mami, I got the X, if you into takin drugsIm into havin sex, I aint into makin loveSo come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbedYou can find me in the club, bottle full of bubLook, mami, I got the X, if you into takin drugsIm into havin sex, I aint into makin loveSo come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbedDont try to act like you dont know where we be neither, niggaWe in the club all the time, nigga, so pop, pop off, niggaG-Unit