In da Club (a cappella) Songtext
von 50 Cent

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 fuck it′s not your birthday

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel a buzz
I′m into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you′re into gettin' rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub′
Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin′ rubbed

When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dub (uh-huh)
When I roll 20 deep, it′s always drama in the club (yeah)
Y'all heard I roll with Dre, everybody show me love
When you sell like Eminem, you get plenty of groupie love


But homie ain′t nothing change hoes down G's up
I see Xzibit in the cut, man, roll that - up (roll up)
If you watch how I move, you′ll mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit with a few sh-, but I don't walk with a limp (I′m a'ight)

In the hood in L.A., they sayin', "50, you hot" (uh-huh)
They like me, I want them to love me like they love ′Pac
But holla in New York, for sure they tell you I′m loco (yeah)
And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (uh-huh)

I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill′ out of the deal, and I'm still on the grind (woo)
Now Shawty said she feelin′ my style, she feelin' my flow (uh-huh)
Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (okay)

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub′
Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin′ rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub′
Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain′t into making love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed


My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look homie, I done came up and I ain′t changed (what? What? Yeah)

And you should love it, way more than you hate it
Oh, are you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (woo)
I′m that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
Moved out of the hood right, you're tryna pull me back, right?

When my joint get to bumpin' in the club, it′s on
I wink my eye at your chick, if she smiles, she gone
If the roof is on fire, man, just let it burn
If you ain′t talking 'bout money, homie, I ain′t concerned

I'ma tell you what Banks told me, "Cuz, go ′head, switch the style up
If they hate, then let 'em hate, and watch the money pile up"
Or we can go upside your head with 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 if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain′t into making love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin′ rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel a buzz
I′m into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you′re into gettin' rubbed

Don′t try to act like you don't know where we be neither
We in the club all the time, it's about to pop off
Shady Aftermath