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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 the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs (uh-huh) When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 nines in the club (yeah) Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem, then the hoes, they wanna fuck (woo) Look homie, ain't nothin' changed, hoes down, G's up I see Xzibit in the cut, hey, nigga, roll that weed up (roll that) 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 a'ight) In the hood in L.A., they sayin', "50, you hot" (uh-huh) They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac But holla in New York, the niggas'll tell you I'm loco (yeah) And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (uh-huh) I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind Got a mil' out the deal, and I'm still on the grind (woo) Now shawty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (uh-huh) Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (okay) You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex I, ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed (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, nigga, I done came up and I ain't changed (what? What? Yeah) And you should love it, way more then you hate it Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (woo) I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life You that faggot-ass nigga trying to pull me back, right? When my jaws get to bumpin' in the club, it's on I wink my eye at you, bitch, if she smiles, she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If the talk ain't 'bout money, homie, I ain't concerned I'ma tell you what Banks told me, "Cuz, go 'head switch the style up If the niggas hate then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up" Or we can go upside your head wit' a bottle of bub' They know where we fuckin' be You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed (hahaha) Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither, nigga We in the club all the time, nigga, so pop, pop off, nigga G-Unit
Writer(s): Andre Young, Curtis Jackson, Michael Elizondo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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