50 Cent - In Da Club (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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50 Cent - In Da Club (en) Lyrics
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'
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're into getting rubbed
When I pull up out 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 wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem and
the hoes they wanna fuck
But, homie, ain't nothing
changed: hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the cut,
nigga, roll the weed 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
saying "50, you hot"
They like me, I want them to
love me like they love Pac
But holla in New York the
niggas'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 feelin' my
style, she feelin' my flow
Her girlfriend willing to get
bi and they ready to go
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 done came up
and I ain't changed
And you should love it way
more than 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 the faggot ass nigga
trying to pull me back, right?
When my joint get to pumpin'
in the club it's on
I wink my eye at your bitch,
if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the
motherfucker burn
If you talking about money,
homie, I ain't concerned
I'ma tell you what Banks told me
"Cuz, go 'head, switch the style up
If niggas hate then let them hate
And watch the money pile up"
Or we can go upside your head
with a bottle of bub'
They know where we fucking be
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
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