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Go go go go go go go Shawty Ish ya birthday We gonna party like ish ya birthday We gonna sip Bacardi like ish ya birthday And you know we don't give a fck thats ya birthday You'll find me in da club Bottle fulla bub Momma I got what ya need if you need to feel the buzz I'm into havin' sex I ain't into makin love So come give me a hug if ya into gettin rubbed You'll find me in da club Bottle fulla bub Momma I got what ya need if you need to feel the buzz I'm into havin' sex I ain't into makin love So come give me a hug if ya into gettin rubbed When I pull out up front you see the Benz I'm doing When I roll 20 deep so it's drama it da club And now roll with Dre everybody show me love When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love But homie ain't nothing change hoe's down G's up I see Xzibit in the cut hey man 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 LA 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 loco And the plan is 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 be bi and they ready to go You'll find me in da club Bottle fulla bub Momma I got what ya need if you need to feel the buzz I'm into havin' sex I ain't into makin love So come give me a hug if ya into gettin rubbed You'll find me in da club Bottle fulla bub Momma I got what ya need if you need to feel the buzz I'm into havin' sex I ain't into makin love So come give me a hug if ya into gettin rubbed My flow my show brought me the doe That bought me all my fancy things My crib my cars my pools my jewels Look nigga I got k mark 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 about 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 there wit A bottle of bub you know Where we fucking be You'll find me in da club Bottle fulla bub Momma I got what ya need if you need to feel the buzz I'm into havin' sex I ain't into makin love So come give me a hug if ya into gettin rubbed You'll find me in da club Bottle fulla bub Momma I got what ya need if you need to feel the buzz I'm into havin' sex I ain't into makin love So come give me a hug if ya into gettin rubbed |
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Busta Rhymes Yeah.. it's a problem, Flipmode nigga We on the highest temperature level of the fucking pressure cooker Blowing niggas tops, what? Flipmode up in this bitch, The Rulership Movement nigga Check it, let me talk, check it, check it Busta Rhymes There's only one God sonny, and there ain't no replacement And anybody thinkin different jus get locked in the basement You know we had to touch the beat cuz the track is dope, nigga And throw some bullet's at you the size of cantaloupes, nigga A lotta niggas rollin around like they can't get touched Even the pope know to stay in bullet proof Benz trucks Flipmode up in this bitch, ya niggas know we on fire We hang niggas like old sneakers from telephone wires Rampage Puerto Rican mami's call me Papi Cuz they see me in the hood, poppin wheelies on my Kawasaki Yo they can't stop me, Ramp yo, I'm kinda cocky I'll break your fucking ribs like I'm playing ice hockey Bigger than life, extort the game, critically acclaimed Smack you in your face with my chain Now I'm ready to go to war like Saddam Hussein Everybody in the industry know my squad's name 1: Busta Rhymes Yo we jus an idiot, and we here to merge somethin You know what chu dealing with, you know we here to hurt somethin So stop with the stupid shit, cuz it ain't even worth frontin Hope you know that you could really end up in the earth cuzin 50 Cent We do this all the time, right now we on the grind So hurry up and cop and go selling nicks and dimes Shorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mine A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every line I'm fuckin with they mind, I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme Been on parole since ninety four cuz I commit the crime I say you on my line, I did it three ta nine If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes 2: 50 Cent You say you a gangsta but you neva pop nuttin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership but you neva cop nuttin You been hustlin a long time and you ain't got nuttin Baby Sham I know your man, he says that you the bitch stuntin You don't know how the gun cock to reach somethin Yeah, I see ya face in ya grill But it's your conscience itchin to tell you the squad love a mil Like a forest field, we hunt ta god, it's surreal Flipmode, cop boy, get your weight up for real, get at 'em 1 2 50 Cent Damn homie, in highskewl you was the man, homie What the fuck happened to you? I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda Nigga you play wit my paper, you gon meet my berretta Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta I'm hit once than deada, I know I can do betta She look good but I know she after my chedda She tryna get in my pockets homie and I ain't gon let her Be easy, start some bullshit ya get your whole crew wet We in the club doin the same ol' two step Guerrilla Unit cuz, they say we bugged out Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast, we thugged out 2 - 2x 50 Cent Ah ha! |
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Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, shorty 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 fuck it's not your birthday! You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' 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 hoes 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 don't walk wit' a limp (I'm ight) 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 I'm loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold I'm full of focused man, my money on my mind I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind Now shorty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex I, ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed My flow, my show brought me the doe 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 jaws get to bumpin' in the club it's on I wink my eye at you, 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 and watch the money pile up Or we go upside they head wit' a bottle of bub They know where we fuckin' be You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either, nigga, But I lo chupe a junior, yeah In the club all the time, nigga, it's about to pop off, nigga G-Unit |
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