In Da Club

50 Cent

Tom: G
( G#m - Am  F#m - G#m  Am - G#m )

50 Cent}
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your 
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
{Chorus} (2x)
You can find me in the club, bottle 
full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into 
fell the buff
I'm into having sex, I ain't into 
making love
So come give me a hug if you into to
 getting rubbed
When I pull out up front, you see 
the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 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 change hold down, G's up I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot" They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go {Chorus} (2x) {Bridge} My flow, my show brought me the doe That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels Look nigga I got K-Mart 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 pumpin in the club it's on I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker 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 fucking be {Chorus} (2x) {Talking} (laughing) 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
Composição: A. Young / Curtis Jackson / Mike ElizondoColaboração e revisão: Vinícius