In Da Club

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!

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

Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz

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

So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

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

Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz

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

So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

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

When I roll 20 deep, there's always drama in the club

Nigga heard I fuck 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 with her, they bi and they ready to go (okay!)

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

Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz

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

So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

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

Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz

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

So come give me a hug if you into to getting 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, homie, I done came up and I ain't changed (what? What? Yeah!)

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

They talkin' about money, homie, I ain't concerned

I'ma tell you what Banks told me

'Cause, 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!)