2003 | 268
In Da Club | Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
50 Cent

Letra In Da Club 50 Cent

Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go shorty, it’s your birthday
We gonna party like it’s your birthday
We gonna 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 a buzz
I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love
So come gimme a hug if you’re into getting rubbed

When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll twenty deep, it’s always drama in the club
Yeah, now that I roll with Dre, everybody show me love
When you sell like Eminem, you get plenty of groupie love

But homie ain’t nothin’ changed: hoes down, G’s up
I see Xzibit in the cut; hey man, roll them trees up
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
In the hood, in L.A. they sayin’ 50 you hot

They like me, I want them to love me like they love Pac
But holla in New York them niggas will tell you I’m loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I’m fully focused man, my money on my mind
Got a mill’ out the deal and I’m still on the grind
Now shorty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend willin’ to get bi and they ready to go

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
Mama I got what you need if you need to feel a buzz
I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love
So come gimme a hug if you’re into getting rubbed

My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look homie I done came up, and I ain’t changed

And you should love it way more than you hate it
Oh you mad, I thought that you’d be happy I made it
I’m that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
Moved out the hood now you trying to pull me back, right
When my joint get to pumping in the club, it’s on

I wink my eye at your 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’mma tell you what Banks told me Cuz, go ahead, switch the style up
If they hate then let them hate and watch the money pile up
Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub’
C’mon they know where we be

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
Mama I got what you need if you need to feel a buzz
I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love
So come gimme a hug if you’re into getting rubbed

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

Letra In Da Club 50 Cent