In da Club

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 ****, 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 havin' 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 into gettin' rubbed

When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs (Uh-huh)

When I roll twenty deep, it's always drama in the club (Yeah!)

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, roll them **** up (Roll that!)

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 (I'm aight)

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, fo' sho', they'll tell you I'm loco (Yeah!)

And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (Huh-uh)

I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind

Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind (Whoo!)

Now Shorty 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 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 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 into gettin' 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, homie, I done came up and I ain't changed (What? What? Yeah!)

And you should love it way more than you hate it

Oh, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (Whoo!)

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 the club, it's on

I wink my eye at yo' chick, if she smiles, she gone

If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn

If the talk ain't about money, homie, I ain't concerned

I'ma tell you what Banks told me, "Cuz, go 'head, switch the style up

And if they hate, then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up"

Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub'

Come on, they know where we be (Whoo!)

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 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 into gettin' rubbed

Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither

We in da club all the time, so pop, pop off

Shady Aftermath