In Da Club akkorde

Am  G#m   
G#m  Am  
F#m  G#m 

 Lyrics:

Am  G#m (Bump, bump)
G#m  Am
F#m  G#m 
 Go, go, go, go

Am  G#m
 Go, go, go shorty
(Bump, bump)
 It's your birthday
G#m  Am                   F#m  G#m 
 We gon' party like it's yo birthday
           Am  G#m                 (Bump, bump)
 We gon' sip Bacardi like it's yo birthday
G#m  Am 
 'Cause you know we don't give a fuck
F#m  G#m               
 It's not your birthday!

[Chorus (2x)]

                        Am  G#m              (Bump, bump)
 You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
            G#m  Am                   F#m  G#m  
 Look Mami, I got that X, if you into takin' drugs
                 Am  G#m                   (Bump, bump)
 I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
                   G#m  Am                  F#m  G#m  
 So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

Em  F#m                    (Bump, bump)
 When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
                G#m  Am                      F#m  G#m
 When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
                          Am  G#m                      (Bump, bump)
 Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
                    G#m  Am                          F#m  G#m
 When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
                         Am  G#m            (Bump, bump)
 But homie ain't nothing change ho's down, G's up
                     G#m  Am                    F#m  G#m
 I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
                    Am  G#m                       (Bump, bump)
 If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
      G#m  Am                          F#m  G#m
 Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
        Am  G#m             (Bump, bump)
 In the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot"
           G#m  Am                     F#m  G#m
 They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
 Am  G#m                     (Bump, bump)
 But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco
         G#m  Am                 F#m  G#m  
 And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
     Em  F#m                 (Bump, bump) 
 I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
        G#m  Am                     F#m  G#m
 I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
             Am  G#m                    (Bump, bump)
 Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
         G#m  Am                       F#m  G#m
 Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

 [Chorus (2x)]

 My flow, my show brought me the dough
 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.

(same as verse 1)
 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 pumping 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 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
 Watch the money pile up
 Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
 You know where we fucking be

 [Chorus (2x)]

 [Talking]
 [Laughing] Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
 In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
 G-Unit