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[50 Cent:] Go, go, go Go, go, go [Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent] 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 [fuck], it's not your birthday! [Chorus: 50 Cent] You can find me in the 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 in to makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into gettin' rubbed [Chorus] [Verse 1:] When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs (Uh hun) When I roll twenty deep, it's always drama in the club (Yeah) Now they heard I roll with Dre, everybody show me love Letras de cancionesWhen you sell like Eminem, you get plenty of groupie love But homie Ain't nothin' changed, pros down, G's up I see Xzibit in the club, hey man, roll them trees up (Roll that) If you watch how I move, you mistake me for a player or pimp Been hit with a few shovels, I ain't walk in a limp (I'm aight) In the hood, and that lady sayin', "50, you hot" (Uh hun) They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac But holla at New York, fa' sho, to tell ya, I'm loco (Yeah) And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (Uh hun) I'm fully focused, man My money on my mind Got a mil', out the deal, and I'm still in the grind (Whoo!) Now shorty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (Uh hun) Her girlfriend wanna get by/bi, and they ready to go (OKAY!) [Chorus x2] [Bridge: 50 Cent] My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my crews My jewels, look, homie, I done came up And I ain't changed [Verse 2:] And you should love it Way more than you hate it Oh, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I'd made it (Whoo!) I'm that cat by the bar, toastin' to the good life Moved out the hood, right, you tryin' to pull me back, right When my dawg, get to pumpin' "In Da Club, " it's on I wink my eye at ya chick, if she smile, she gone If the roof on fire, man Just let it burn If you talkin' about money, homie, I ain't concerned I'm a tell you what Banks told me, "Cous' go 'head, switch the style up" And if they hate, then let 'em hate, then watch the money pile up Or we could go upside your head with a bottle of bub' Come on, they know where we be (Whoo!) [Chorus x2] [50 Cent:] Ha ha ha Don't try to act like we don't know where we be neither We in the club all the time, it's a prob' to pop off Shady, Aftermath Ha ha From Letras Mania