Go, go, go shawtyIt’s your birthdayWe gon’ party like it’s yo birthdayWe gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s yor birthdayAnd you know we don’t give a fuckIt’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 taking drugsI’m into havin sex, I ain’t into making love So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed[Verse]When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubsWhen I roll 20 deep, it’s 20 knives in the club Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me loveWhen you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuckBut homie ain’t nothing change, hoe’s down, G’s upI see Xzibit in the cut that nigga roll that weed upIf you watch how I move you’ll mistake me for a playa or pimpBeen hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limpIn the hood, in L.A. they saying «50 you hot» They like me, I want them to love me like they love “РасBut holla in New York them niggas” ll tell ya I’m locoAnd the plan is to put the rap game in a choke holdI’m fully focused man, my money on my mind I got a mill out the deal and I’m still on the grindNow shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flowHer girlfriend wanna to 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 done came up and I ain’t changed[Verse]And you should love it, way more then you hate itNigga you mad? I thought that you’d be happy I made itI’m that cat by the bar toasting to the good life You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?When my joint get to pumpin in the club it’s on I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she goneIf the roof on fire, let the motherfucker bum If you talking bout money homie, I ain’t concernedI’m a tell you what Banks told me cause go“head switch the style upIf the niggas hate then let “em hateWatch the money pile upOr we go upside there wit a bottle of bubThey know where we fuckin be(“In da club” 50 Cent)[3]
