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Go, go, go, (D#)go, (F#5)go, (C#m)go, go, shaw (C#5)ty.
It’s your birth day.
We gon’ par (D#)ty like it’s (F#5)your (C#m)day.
We gon’ sip (F#m)Ba car (C#5)di like it’s your birth day.
And you (C#m)know (F#m)we don’t give a fuck it’s not your birth day.
can find me in da club, (C#5)bot tle full of bub.
Look, ma mi, I got (C#m)the (D#)if you in to tak (F#5)ing drugs.
(C#m)I’m in to hav (F#m)ing sex, (C#5)I ain’t in to mak ing love.
So come, give me (C#m)a (D#)if you in to get (F#5)ting rubbed.
(C#m)You can find me in (F#m)da club, (C#5)bot tle full of bub.
Look, ma mi, I got (C#m)the (D#)if you in to tak (F#5)ing drugs.
(C#m)I’m in to hav (F#m)ing sex, (C#5)I ain’t in to mak ing love.
So come, give me (C#m)a (D#)if you in to get (F#5)ting rubbed.
(C#m)When I pull up out front, you (C#5)see the Benz on dubs.
When I roll twen (C#m)ty deep, it’s (D#)twen ty knives ma in (F#5)the club.
(C#m)Nig gas heard I fuck (F#m)with Dre, (C#5)ev ’ry bod y show me love.
When you sell like Em (C#m)i nem, and (D#)the ho’s they wan (F#5)na fuck.
(C#m)But hom ie, ain’t noth (F#m)in’ (C#m)change, And hold should down, it, G’s way up.
I see X zib it in the (F#m)Cutt, that nig ga roll that weed be up.
py If you watch how I move, (C#5)you’ll mis take me for a play a or pimp.
Been (C#m)hit wit (D#)a few shells, but I (F#5)don’t walk with (C#m)a limp.
In (F#m)the (C#m)hood, then the la dies say ing, “Fif ty, you hot.” They like my (F#m)me, I want them to love me like they love ’Pac.
gone.
But hol la in New (C#5)York, them nig gas ’ll tell you I’m lo co and (C#m)the (B5)plan ing is to put the rap game in a choke hold.
Feel in’ (C#m)fo cused, man, told me ’cause, my mon ey on my mind.
I got a (F#m)mil gas out the deal ’em and I’m still in the grind.
Now, shaw ty (C#m)said she feel in’ my style, side she feel in’ my flow.
tle Her girl (F#m)friend wan na get bi and they read y to go.
me in da club, (C#5)bot tle full of bub.
Look, ma mi, I got (C#m)the (D#)if you in to tak (F#5)ing drugs.
(C#m)I’m in to hav (F#m)ing sex, (C#5)I ain’t in to mak ing love.
So come, give me (C#m)a (D#)if you in to get (F#5)ting rubbed.
(C#m)You can find me in (F#m)da club, (C#5)bot tle full of bub.
Look, ma mi, I got (C#m)the (D#)if you in to tak (F#5)ing drugs.
(C#m)I’m in to hav (F#m)ing sex, (C#5)I ain’t in to mak ing love.
So come, give me (C#m)a (D#)if you in to get (F#5)ting rubbed.
(C#m)When I pull up out front, you (C#5)My the flow, my show brought I me the (C#m)dough deep, it’s (D#)that ty bought ma me (F#5)the all (C#m)my gas fan I cy (F#m)things.
Dre, (C#5)My ’ry crib, y my me cars, my you pools, like my (C#m)jewels.
nem, and (D#)Look, ho’s ga, I (F#5)done come (C#m)up and I ain’t noth (F#m)change.
(C#m)change, And you should love it, G’s way more than you hate it.
Nig ga, you (F#m)mad?
that nig I thought that you’d be hap py I made it.
I’m that cat (C#5)by the bar me toast ing to the good.
pimp.
You (C#m)that got (D#)ass few nig ga tryin’ (F#5)to pull me (C#m)back, limp.
When (F#m)my (C#m)junk get to pump in’ in the club, ty, it’s on.
I wink my (F#m)eye I at ya bitch.
love If she smiles, love she gone.
But If the roof New (C#5)on them fire, gas let the er fuck er co If (C#m)you (B5)talk ing ’bout to mon ey, hom ie, ain’t con cerned.
I’m a tell (C#m)you what Banks told me ’cause, go ’head ey switch the style up.
If the (F#m)nig gas hate, then let ’em hate and watch the mon ey le up.
ty (C#m)said Or we can go up side the head in’ with a tle of bub.
(F#m)friend wan na get bi and they read y You can me in da They (D#)know where we fuck (F#5)in’ be.
(C#m)You can find me in (F#m)da hug (D#)if you in to get (F#5)ting rubbed.
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