This is an Ibemix to 50 Cent's In Da Club beat!
Lyrics
Go, 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 f*** it's not your birthday!
Chorus:
When the beat gets ta poppin (Then you know it's on)
When the streets get ta rockin (Then you know it's on)
When my heat gets ta cockin (Then you know it's on)
M.P.D. get ta knockin (Then you know we gone)
(Repeat)
Verse 1:
Hurry up cause the party's gettin packed
And if somethin jumps off, then we can take it to the back
But I'm tryna have a good time sippin a forty
n*** catch me on the dance floor spittin to shorty
Her hand on my jock, this down b*** can handle a glock
After just a few words she left her man on the spot
But I ain't ready to go, sh** I just stepped through the do'
She asked me if I needed weed I told her gimme some mo'
Now that I'm feelin blazed it's time to jump up on stage
And +Rock Ruff 'N Tuff+ like the Lady of Rage
Told ya it was comin but n*** z didn't take me serious
I'm gonna surprise n*** z like Diddy did Mysterious
I get it poppin, these b*** es gettin (f*** ed up!)
And all the hataz in this motha f*** a's gettin (f*** ed up!)
I could shoot at 'em in da club, but that's a waste of time
You know what happened to Shyne
(Chorus)
Bridge:
The roof's on fire (let the motha f*** a burn!)
I said the roof's on fire (let the motha f*** a burn!)
Ay man the roof's on fire (let the motha f*** a burn!)
But n*** the roof's on fire (let the motha f*** a burn!)
Verse 2:
Whatchu know about mobbin and dodgin 50's?
Never gonna feel me cause you know I'm runnin this city
Holla if you wit me cause I am about to +Free Willy+
And smack ya silly like a fag you are, ain't that a pity?
I'm gettin greedy homie, I'm tryna feed the needy
Believe me, easy as it is to freely flow over these beazies
I'm sleezy, but deeply you n*** z know that you really need me
So Deezy go get me a Philly and roll me a bleezy
I'm about to start smokin these clowns just like a half pound
Fill 'em up, blow 'em up, let me see you laugh now
Everybody knows I'm the most cleverest
Not Major, not Bizey, or Evarest
(Chorus)
