Lyrics

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 yo birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!

[Chorus (2x)]
You can find me in the club,
bottle full of Bud
Mama, I got what you need,
if you into takin' drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre,
now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem,
and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change ho's down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cut
that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move
you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot"
They like me,
I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York
them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style,
she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi
and they ready to go

[Chorus (2x)]
You can find me in the club,
bottle full of Bud
Mama, I got what you need,
if you into takin' drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

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 done came up and I ain't change.

And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad?
I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch,
if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie,
I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me
cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside their head
wit a bottle of bud
You know where we fucking be

[Chorus (2x)]
You can find me in the club,
bottle full of Bud
Mama, I got what you need,
if you into takin' drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

[Talking]
Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit