Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
Vocals
Mike Elizondo
Keyboards
Lionel "LJ" Holoman
Keyboards
Che Vicious
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Elizondo
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Chris Pope
Songwriter
Steven Standard
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Producer
Mike Elizondo
Producer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Recording Engineer
Rouble Kapoor
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
I guess you didn't know
I'd be back for more
Everybody's on the floor
Goin', goin' outta control
Set it off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off, nigga I said set if off (Set, set, set if off)
Sick with it boy, better get with it, what?
In the club, I get it goin', goin', uh
Just move it to the music it's on
To the sound of 50 and D-R-E
Everything's calculated and sound precise
Another move another mill', let's get right, aight?
Success is my drug of choice, I'm high off life
Feelin' lucky enough to bet it all on the dice
Shorty do what you wanna do
Hit the dance floor, move how you wanna move
Later on, we can cruise if you wanna cruise
It's whatever you want, the fact is, I got more than I flaunt (Yeah)
I do my thang, in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dancefloor, jam-packed, look
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control
Set it off from your left dawg
Set if off from your right dawg
Set it off, nigga, I said set it off (Set, set, set if off)
System thumpin', dance floor jumpin'
We 30 deep in this bitch, we stuntin'
That's what you get, you in my hood
I thought you understood
You know me, V.I.P., no ID
Bottles of DP, I do it real BIG
Bitches break their necks to be where I be
Take 'em to ecstacy without ecstacy
I'm the chef, you need a hit, I got the recipe
Doc got the antidote, it's in the drums and the notes
Can you feel it? Em said for me to make you feel it
And remind you that you rockin' with the realest
I do my thang, in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dancefloor, jam-packed, look
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control
Set it off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off, nigga, I said set it off (Set, set, set if off)
I'm hot boy, I'm burnin' up
I do my thang in the club with the burner tucked
'Til the speakers all blown, we gon' turn it up
And do that damn thang, yeah, do that mayne
Shorty, hit me high, then hit me low
Get to poppin' and shakin' that thang on the floor
A little dose of it, now I want some more
Nobody put that thang on me like that before
I be a fiend for it, it's the way you move
But I ain't payin' for it, 'cause I ain't no fool
If you okay with it, tonight I'll stay with it
Hit the telly, play wit it, in a major way get it
I do my thang, in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dancefloor, jam-packed, look
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control
Set if off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off, nigga, I said set it off (Set, set, set if off)
Writer(s): Andre Young, Curtis Jackson, Michael Elizondo, Che Pope, Steven Wayne Standard
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