Testo In da club (clean) 50 Cent

In da club (clean)

Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go Shorty
It's you're birthday
We gonna party like
It's you're birthday
We gonna sip Bacardi
Like It's you're birthday
And You know we don't give a ****
It's not you're birthday

Chorus (x2)
You can find me In Da Club
Bottle full of Bub
Momma I got what you need
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 getting rubbed

When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's always drama In Da Club
Now that I roll with Dre, everybody show me love
When you sell like Eminem, you get plenty of groupie love
And Homie ain't nothing changed
Rolls down, G's up, I see Xzibit in the cut, hey man, roll dat weed up
If you watch how I move you mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp
In Da 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, for sure, they tell you I'm loco
When the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind
Got a meal out the deal and I'm still on the grind
And shorty said she feelin' my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend willin' to get bi, and they ready to go

Chorus (x2)
You can find me In Da Club
Bottle full of bub
Momma got what you need
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 getting rubbed

(Bridge)
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 up and I ain't changed

You should love it, way more than you hate it
Oh, you mad, I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
Moved out the hood now you trying to pull me back, right?
When my joint get to pumping In Da Club it's on
I wink my eye at you chicks
If she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn
If you're talking about money, homie, I ain't concerned
I'ma tell you what Banks told 'cause go 'head switch the style up
And if they hate then let them hate and watch the money pile up
Or we can go upside their head with a bottle of bub
C'mon, they know where we be Whew!!

Chorus (x2)
You can find me In Da Club
Bottle full of bub
Momma got what you need
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 getting rubbed
(Laughing)
Ha Ha Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither
We In Da Club all the time, So pop, pop off
Shady Aftermath
Ha Ha