50 Cent – In Da Club

In Da Club lyrics

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go Shorty, 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 da’ 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 makin’ love

So come give me a hug

If you into gettin’ rubbed

You can find me in da’ club

Bottle full of bub’

Mama, I got what you need

If you need to feel a buzz

I’m into havin’ sex

I ain’t into makin’ love

So come give me a hug

If you’re into gettin’ rubbed

When I pull up out front

You’ll see the Benz on dubs

When I roll twenty deep

It’s always drama in da’ club

Now that 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

If you watch how I move

You’ll mistake me for a player or pimp

Been hit with a few ******

But I don’t walk with a limp

In the hood in L.A. they sayin’

“Fifty, you hot!”

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

And the plan is

To put the rap game in a chokehold

I’m fully focused, man

My money on my mind

Got a mil out the deal

And I’m still on the grind

Now Shorty said she’s feelin’ my style

She’s feelin’ my flow

Her girlfriend with her, they bi

And they ready to go

You’ll find me in da’ 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 makin’ love

So come give me a hug

If you into gettin’ rubbed

You’ll find me in da’ 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 makin’ love

So come give me a hug

If you into gettin’ rubbed

My flow, my show brought me the dough

That bought me all my fancy things

My cribs, my cars, my clothes, 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

Toastin’ to the good life

Moved out the hood

Now you tryin’ to pull me back, right?

When my joint get to pumpin’ in da’ club it’s on

I wink my eye at your chick

If she smiles, she’s gone

If the roof on fire, man

Just let it burn

They talkin’ about money, homie

I ain’t concerned

I’m a tell you what Banks told me

“Cuz go ’head, switch the styles up

And if they hate, let ’em hate

And watch the money pile up.”

Or we can go upside your head wit’ a bottle of bub’

Come on, they know where we be

You’ll find me in da’ 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 makin’ love

So come give me a hug

If you into gettin’ rubbed

You’ll find me in da’ 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 makin’ love

So come give me a hug

If you into gettin’ 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, ha ha ha ha