In Da Club
Dash of Honey
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Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Shawty, 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 care cause it's your birthday
You'll find me in the club, bottles full of bub
And mami I got that X if you into gettin' touched
See I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come and give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
When I pull up in the front, see the Benz on dubs
When I roll a sweet jeep, there's twenty-nines in the club
When they heard I mess with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When they see like Eminem and them girls they wanna touch
But homie nothin' changed, hoes down, G's up
See Xzibit in the club, fool roll that weed up
If you watchin' how I move, you mistake me for a player or pimp
I been hit with a few shells but I don't walk with a limp
In the hood the ladies say that 50's hot
They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love rock
I holla in New York, they all just say that I'm loco
And my plan is to put this rap game in a choke hold
Still in the focus man, my money on my mind
Got a mill' out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Cause shorty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow
Her girlfriend's ready to ride and they ready to go
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That brought me all my fancy things
My crib, my car, my pool, my jewels
Look brother I done came up and I ain't changed
And you should love it, more than you hate it
Brother you mad, I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm the cat by the bar toastin' to that good life
You that raggedy ass brother tryna put me back right
When my junkies are bumpin' in the club it's on
And when I hit your girl, once she smiles she's gone
If the roof's on fire, let the whole roof burn
You not talkin' about money homie I ain't concerned
I'mma tell you like 'Base told me
Cuz go ahead and switch the style up
And if they hate then let 'em hate, then watch the money pile up
Or we gon' go upside they head with a bottle of bub
And you know where the hell we be
You'll find me in the club
Don't try to act like you don't know where we be either fool
In the club it's all the time, bottles pop off fool
G-Unit, yeah