Songtext zu 'In Da Club (Plumpy Remix)' von 50 Cent

(Go, go, go)
(Go, go, go)
(Go, go, go)
(Go, go, go)
(Go, go, go)

Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to 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, homie, I done came up and I ain't changed (what? What? Yeah!)

And you should love it way more than you hate it
Oh, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (whoo!)
I'm that cat by the bar toastin' to the good life
Moved out the hood, now you tryin' to pull me back, right?

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

You can find me in the club
You can find me in the club

My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look, homie, I done came up and I ain't changed (what? What? Yeaah!)

And you should love it way more than you hate it
Oh, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (whoo!)
I'm that cat by the bar toastin' to the good life
Moved out the hood, now you tryin' to pull me back, right?

When my joint get to pumpin' in the club, it's on
I wink my eye at yo' chick, if she smiles, she gone
If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn
They talkin' about money, homie, I ain't concerned
I'ma tell you what Banks told me
'Cause, go 'head, switch the style up
And if they hate, then let 'em hate, and watch the money pile up
Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub'
Come on, they know where we be (whoo!)

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to 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, homie, I done came up and I ain't changed (what? What? Yeaah!)

And you should love it way more than you hate it
Oh, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (whoo!)
I'm that cat by the bar toastin' to the good life
Moved out the hood, now you tryin' to pull me back, right?

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed