| Go, go, go
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| Go, go, go
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| Go shawty
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| It’s your birthday
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| We gon' party like it’s your birthday
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| Sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday
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| And you know that
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| We don’t give a woo, it’s not your birthday!
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| You can find me in the club
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| Bottle full of bub'
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| Look baby, I got the X if you into taking drugs
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| I’m into havin' sex, I ain’t in to makin' love
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| So come give me a hug, if you into gettin' rubbed
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| You can find me in the club
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| Bottle full of bub'
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| Look baby, I got the X if you into taking drugs
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| I’m into havin' sex, I ain’t in to makin' love
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| So come give me a hug, if you into gettin' rubbed
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| When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs
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| When I roll twenty deep, it’s always drama in the club
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| Now they heard I roll with Dre, everybody show me love
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| When you sell like Eminem, everybody want some
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| But homie
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| Ain’t nothin' changed, pros down, G’s up
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| I see Xzibit in the club, hey man, roll the weed up
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| If you watch how I move, you mistake me for a player or pimp
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| Been hit with a few shells, I ain’t walk in a limp
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| In the hood, and that lady sayin', «50, you hot»
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| They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac
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| But holla at New York, tell ya, I’m loco
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| And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold
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| I’m fully focused, man
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| My money on my mind
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| Got a mil', out the deal, and I’m still on my grind
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| Now shorty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow
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| His girlfriend wanna get by, and they ready to go
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| You can find me in the club
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| Bottle full of bub'
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| Look baby, I got the X if you into taking drugs
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| I’m into havin' sex, I ain’t in to makin' love
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| So come give me a hug, if you into gettin' rubbed
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| You can find me in the club
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| Bottle full of bub'
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| Look baby, I got the X if you into taking drugs
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| I’m into havin' sex, I ain’t in to makin' love
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| So come give me a hug, if you into gettin' rubbed
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| My flow, my show brought me the dough
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| That bought me all my fancy things
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| My crib, my cars, my crews
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| My jewels, look, baby, I done came up
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| And I ain’t changed
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| And you should love it
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| Way more than you hate it
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| Oh, you mad?
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| I thought that you’d be happy I’d made it
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| I’m that cat at the bar, toastin' to the good life
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| You’re just mad at the fact tryin' to pull me back, right
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| When my dawg, get to pumpin' «In Da Club, «it's on
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| I wink my eye at ya man, if he smile, she gone
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| If the roof on fire, man
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| Just let it burn
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| If you talkin' about money, homie, I ain’t concerned
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| I’m a tell you what Banks told me, «Cous' go 'head, switch the style up»
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| And if they hate, then let 'em hate, then watch the money pile up
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| Or we could go outside there with a bottle of bub'
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| Come on, they know where we be
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| You can find me in the club
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| Bottle full of bub'
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| Look baby, I got the X if you into taking drugs
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| I’m into havin' sex, I ain’t in to makin' love
|
| So come give me a hug, if you into gettin' rubbed
|
| You can find me in the club
|
| Bottle full of bub'
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| Look baby, I got the X if you into taking drugs
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| I’m into havin' sex, I ain’t in to makin' love
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| So come give me a hug, if you into gettin' rubbed
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| Go, go, go
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| Go, go, go |