Song Info: Go Shawty Its Your Birthday Song name is In da Club which is sung by 50 Cent & lyrics written by 50 Cent, Dr. Dre & Mike Elizondo.
Go Shawty Its Your Birthday Lyrics
[Intro]
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go shawty, it’s your birthday
We gon’ party like it’s your birthday
And we gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday
And you know we don’t give a f^^k, it’s not your birthday
[Chorus]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin’ drugs
I’m into havin’ sex, I ain’t into makin’ love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin’ rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin’ drugs
I’m into havin’ sex, I ain’t into makin’ love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin’ rubbed
[Verse 1]
When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs (Uh-huh)
When I roll twenty deep, it’s twenty nines in the club (Yeah)
n^^gas heard I f^^k with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem and the hoes, they wanna f^^k (Woo)
Look homie, ain’t nothin’ changed: hoes down, G’s up
I see Xzibit in the cut, hey n^^ga, roll that weed up! (Roll it!)
If you watch how I move, you’ll mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit with a few shells, but I don’t walk with a limp (I’m aight)
In the hood in L.A. they sayin’, “50, you hot” (Uh-huh)
They like me, I want ’em to love me like they love Pac
But holla in New York, the n^^gas’ll 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
Got a mil’ out the deal and I’m still on the grind (Woo)
Now Shorty said she feelin’ my style, she feelin’ my flow (Uh-huh)
Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (Okay)
[Chorus]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin’ drugs
I’m into havin’ sex, I ain’t into makin’ love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin’ rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin’ drugs
I’m into havin’ sex, I ain’t into makin’ love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin’ rubbed (Rubbed)
[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look, n^^ga, I done came up and I ain’t changed (What? What? Yeah)
[Verse 2]
And you should love it way more than you hate it
n^^ga, you mad? I thought that you’d be happy I made it (Woo)
I’m that cat by the bar toastin’ to the good life
You that faggot-a^s n^^ga tryin’ to pull me back, right?
When my joint get to pumpin’ in the club, it’s on
I wink my eye at yo’ b^^ch, if she smiles, she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherf^^ker burn
If you talkin’ about money, homie, I ain’t concerned
I’ma tell you what Banks told me:
“Cuz, go ‘head, switch the style up
If n^^gas hate, then let them hate, and watch the money pile up”
Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub’
They know where we f^^kin’ be
[Chorus]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin’ drugs
I’m into havin’ sex, I ain’t into makin’ love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin’ rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin’ drugs
I’m into havin’ sex, I ain’t into makin’ love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin’ rubbed (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
[Outro]
Don’t try to act like you don’t know where we be neither, n^^ga
We in the club all the time, n^^ga, so pop, pop off, n^^ga
G-Unit