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Go, go, go, go go, go, go, shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
[Chorus: x2]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
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 twenty deep, it's twenty knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they want to show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they want to fuck
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I don't walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend want to get bi and they ready to go
[Chorus: x2]
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look, nigga, I came up and I ain't changed
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that fagot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumping in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be
[Chorus: x2]
Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either, nigga
In the club all the time, nigga, so it's a problem pop off, nigga, G-Unit!
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
[Chorus: x2]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
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 twenty deep, it's twenty knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they want to show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they want to fuck
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I don't walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend want to get bi and they ready to go
[Chorus: x2]
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look, nigga, I came up and I ain't changed
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that fagot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumping in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be
[Chorus: x2]
Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either, nigga
In the club all the time, nigga, so it's a problem pop off, nigga, G-Unit!
Lyrics submitted by TBSdude70x7
Track duration: 03:13
"In Da Club" as written by Curtis James Jackson, Andre Romell Young, Michael A. Elizondo
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing
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I have money now so you should know who i am now.
My opinion...This song is nothing special.
On one hand we have the actual musical content, which is admittedly mediocre. Yes, 50 can occasionally be witty and yes, his deep voice is smooth yet sinister enough to make us actually believe many of his pompous boasts (well, some of them at least). Still, the song is sorely lacking in lyrical content (just read the hook a few times) and the beat, while..."powerful", is also simplistic and, I guess, "overly repetitive."
However, as many have rightly said (for them!), this is a great song- a "part of the worth of hip-hop" song- because songs like this also are about getting drunk with your friends while trying to be around members of the opposite sex. And hopefully do more than just be around them.
So here's the issue: you had to actually be doing the things in the song while it's playing, in order to really feel that it is a great song. You have to understand that some of us were stumbling around drunk, in college or perhaps slightly after, having the time of our lives: as in grinding on girls' asses, joking and clowning with our friends, trying to fuck, fucking... and while we were in the club- singing or nodding our heads to the words in this song.
Drunk off our asses. Wasted, shitfaced, hammered, gone. That is both the greatness and the limitation of this song.
So to fully appreciate this, you have to have been doing that, or something close to it, at the time when it was "hot." And if you were able to get drunk and/or high enough, you had moments where you knew that all across the USA and elsewhere, people were doing the same thing, drinking and laughing and grinding to this same song- this absurd, audacious, mediocre song- and loving every second of it...
"In Da Club" is da shizzzo dawgs!!! yo yo! shizzle to the hizzle!
WORST.SONG.EVER!