In da Club 50 Cent
In da Club 50 Cent
Intro:
Am,G#m tap the pick guard with your finger nails.
Bump the guitar body with the base of your palm twice,
tap the pick guard with your finger nails.
G#m,Am tap the pick guard with your finger nails.
F#m,G#m tap the pick guard with your finger nails.
Lyrics:
Am,G#m (Bump, bump)
G#m,Am
F#m,G#m
Go, go, go, go
Am,G#m
Go, go, go shorty
(Bump, bump)
It's your birthday
G#m,Am F#m,G#m
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
Am,G#m (Bump, bump)
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's yo birthday
G#m,Am
'Cause you know we don't give a f**k
F#m,G#m
It's not your birthday!
[Cborus (2x)]
Am,G#m (Bump, bump)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
G#m,Am F#m,G#m
Look Mami, I got that X, if you into takin' drugs
Am,G#m (Bump, bump)
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
G#m,Am F#m,G#m
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
[Verse]
Em,F#m (Bump, bump)
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
G#m,Am F#m,G#m
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Am,G#m (Bump, bump)
Niggas heard I f**k with Dre, now they wanna show me love
G#m,Am F#m,G#m
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna f**k
Am,G#m (Bump, bump)
But homie ain't nothing change ho's down, G's up
G#m,Am F#m,G#m
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
Am,G#m (Bump, bump)
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
G#m,Am F#m,G#m
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
Am,G#m (Bump, bump)
In the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot"
G#m,Am F#m,G#m
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
Am,G#m (Bump, bump)
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco
G#m,Am F#m,G#m
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
Em,F#m (Bump, bump)
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
G#m,Am F#m,G#m
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Am,G#m (Bump, bump)
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
G#m,Am F#m,G#m
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go
[Cborus (2x)]
[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look nigga I done came up and I ain't change.
[Verse]
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 faggot 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 b**ch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherf**ker 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 f**king be
[Cborus (2x)]
[Talking]
[Laugbing] Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit
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