Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In Da Club, artist - Skylar Stecker. Date of issue: 12.11.2020
Song language: English
In Da Club |
| Go, go, go |
| Go, go, go |
| Go shawty |
| It’s your birthday |
| We gon' party like it’s your birthday |
| Sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday |
| And you know that |
| We don’t give a woo, it’s not your birthday! |
| You can find me in the club |
| Bottle full of bub' |
| Look baby, I got the X if you into taking drugs |
| 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' |
| Look baby, I got the X if you into taking drugs |
| I’m into havin' sex, I ain’t in to makin' love |
| So come give me a hug, if you into gettin' rubbed |
| When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs |
| When I roll twenty deep, it’s always drama in the club |
| Now they heard I roll with Dre, everybody show me love |
| When you sell like Eminem, everybody want some |
| But homie |
| Ain’t nothin' changed, pros down, G’s up |
| I see Xzibit in the club, hey man, roll the weed up |
| If you watch how I move, you mistake me for a player or pimp |
| Been hit with a few shells, I ain’t walk in a limp |
| In the hood, and that lady sayin', «50, you hot» |
| They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac |
| But holla at New York, tell ya, I’m loco |
| And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold |
| I’m fully focused, man |
| My money on my mind |
| Got a mil', out the deal, and I’m still on my grind |
| Now shorty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow |
| His girlfriend wanna get by, and they ready to go |
| You can find me in the club |
| Bottle full of bub' |
| Look baby, I got the X if you into taking drugs |
| 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' |
| Look baby, I got the X if you into taking drugs |
| I’m into havin' sex, I ain’t in to makin' love |
| So come give me a hug, if you into gettin' rubbed |
| My flow, my show brought me the dough |
| That bought me all my fancy things |
| My crib, my cars, my crews |
| My jewels, look, baby, I done came up |
| And I ain’t changed |
| And you should love it |
| Way more than you hate it |
| Oh, you mad? |
| I thought that you’d be happy I’d made it |
| I’m that cat at the bar, toastin' to the good life |
| You’re just mad at the fact tryin' to pull me back, right |
| When my dawg, get to pumpin' «In Da Club, «it's on |
| I wink my eye at ya man, if he smile, she gone |
| If the roof on fire, man |
| Just let it burn |
| If you talkin' about money, homie, I ain’t concerned |
| I’m a tell you what Banks told me, «Cous' go 'head, switch the style up» |
| And if they hate, then let 'em hate, then watch the money pile up |
| Or we could go outside there with a bottle of bub' |
| Come on, they know where we be |
| You can find me in the club |
| Bottle full of bub' |
| Look baby, I got the X if you into taking drugs |
| 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' |
| Look baby, I got the X if you into taking drugs |
| I’m into havin' sex, I ain’t in to makin' love |
| So come give me a hug, if you into gettin' rubbed |
| Go, go, go |
| Go, go, go |