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[Intro:]
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go shorty, it’s your birthday
We gon party, like it’s your birthday
We gon sip Baccardi, like it’s your birthday
And you know, we don’t give a... it’s not your birthday

[Hook (x2):]
You can find me In Da Club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
I’m into havin sex, I ain’t into makin love
So come gimme a hug, if you into gettin rubbed

[Verse 1:]
When I pull out, up front, you see the Benz on dubs (uh huh)
When I roll 20 deep, it’s always drama In Da Club (yeah!)
Yeah, and when I roll with Dre, everybody show me love
When you sell like Eminem, you get plenty of groupie love
Look homie, ain’t nuttin changed, pro’s down, G’s up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt, hey man, roll them trees up (roll that)
If you watch how I move, you’ll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit with a few shells, but I don’t walk wit a limp (I’m aight)
In the hood, in LA, they sayin, ‘50, you hot’ (uh huh)
They like me, I want them to love me, like they love Pac
But holla in New York, fo sho, to tell you I’m loco (yeah)
And the plan, is to put the rap game, in a chokehold (uh huh)
I’m feelin focused, man, my money on my mind
I got a mill, out the deal, and I’m still on the grind (whoo!)
Now shorty said, she feelin my style, she feelin my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi, and they’re ready to go (OK!)
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(Hook (x2))

[Verse 2:]
My flow, my show, brought me the dough
That brought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look homie, I done came up, and I ain’t change (Wha? Wha? 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 the cat, by the bar, toastin to the good life
Moved out the hood, now you tryin to pull me back, right?
When my junk, get to pumpin, In Da Club, it’s on
I wink my eye, at ya chick, if she smiles, she gone
If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn
If you talkin bout 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 them, let them hate, then watch the money pile up
Or we could go upside there, with a bottle of bub
Come on, they know where we be (whoo!)

(Hook (x2))

[Outro:]
Hahahahaha
Don’t try to act like, you ain’t know where we been either
We In Da Club all the time, it’s about to pop off!
Shady Aftermath
Hahahaha