In Da Club (Clean Version)

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 f***, it’s not your birthday

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
Mama, I got what you need, you need to feel it buzz
I’m into havin’ sex, I ain’t into makin’ love
So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
Mama, I got what you need, you need to feel it buzz
I’m into havin’ sex, I ain’t into makin’ love
So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, so it’s drama in the club
When I hit the road with Dre, everybody show me love
When you sell like Eminem, you’ll get plenty of groupie love
But, homie, ain’t nothing change, throws down, G’s up

I see ᙭zibit in the cut, roll that… up
If you watch how I move
You’ll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit’ a few sh****
But I don’t walk wit’ a limp (I’m ight)

In the hood, in L.A., they saying “50 you hot”
They like me, I want them to love me like they love ‘Pac
But holla in New York to show to tell ya I’m loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold

I’m full of focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill’ out the deal and I’m still on the grind
Now shorty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
Mama, I got what you need, you need to feel it buzz
I’m into havin’ sex, I ain’t into makin’ love
So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
Mama, I got what you need, you need to feel it buzz
I’m into havin’ sex, I ain’t into makin’ love
So come give me a hug, if you into getting 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 change

And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Oh, you mad? I thought that you’d be happy I made it
I’m that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
Move that to hood, now you trying to pull me back, right?

When my jaws get to bumpin’ in the club it’s on
I wink my eye at you, chick, if she smiles she’s gone
If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn
If the talk ain’t ’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 then let ’em hate
And watch the money pile up
Or we can go upside your head wit’ a bottle of bub’
Come on, they know where we be

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
Mama, I got what you need, you need to feel it buzz
I’m into havin’ sex, I ain’t into makin’ love
So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
Mama, I got what you need, you need to feel it buzz
I’m into havin’ sex, I ain’t into makin’ love
So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

Don’t try to act like
You don’t know where we be neither
We in the club all the time
So pop, pop off, Shady actin’ mad, haha!