50 Cent — In Da Club (Karaoke Version) | караоке з текстом пісні

Go, go, go, go, go, go. Go Charlie, it's your birthday. We gonna party like it's your birthday. We gonna sip Bacardi like it's your birthday. And you know we don't give a fuck because it's your birthday. You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub. Look mommy I got the X, so get me takin' drugs. I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love. So come give me a hug, we getting it, getting rough. You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub. Look mommy I got the X, so get me takin' drugs. I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love. So come give me a hug, we getting it, getting rough. When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs. When I roll 20 deep, it's 29s in the club. Niggas heard I fucked with Dre, now they wanna show me love. When you sell like Eminem and the Hub, they wanna fuck. But homie ain't nothing changed, hoes down, Gs up. I see Xzibit in the cut, hey nigga, roll that weed up. Roll that. You watch how I move when we shit, before I play y'all pits. I've been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp. I'm all right. In the hood, and they say, they saying 50 you hot. They like me, I want them to love me like they love Pac. But holler in New York, niggas will tell you I'm loco. Niggas playing, even put the rap game in a chokehold. I'm full of confidence, man, my money on my mind. Got a mil out the deal and I'm still on the grind. Now shorty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow. My girls come with it if not, and they ready to go. Okay. You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub. Look mommy I got the X, so get me takin' drugs. I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love. So come give me a hug, we getting it, getting rough. You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub. Look mommy I got the X, so get me takin' drugs. I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love. So come give me a hug, we getting it, getting rough. My flow, my show brought me the dough. That bought me all my fancy things. My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels. Look nigga, I ain't famous, but I ain't hatin'. Bitch, you happy? Way more than you hate. Nigga, you mad? How could you be happy? You made it. I'm with Cat by the bar toasting to the good life. You that faggot-ass nigga trying to hold me back now. When my jaw hit the carpet in the club or something. I wink my eye at this bitch if she smiles, she gunning. If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn. If the song ain't about money, homie, I ain't concerned. I'm gonna tell you what Banks told me, Cuz, "Go ahead, switch the style up." Niggas hate to let 'em make it while the money pile up. Or we can go upside their head with a bottle of bub. They know where we fucking be. You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub. Look Mommy, I got the X, so get me takin' drugs. I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love. So come give me a hug, we getting it, getting rough. You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub. Look Mommy I got the X, so get me takin' drugs. I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love. So come give me a hug, we getting it, getting rough. Don't try to act like you don't know where we be, nigga. We was in the club the whole time, nigga. It's your problem, pop off, nigga. Peace.