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Go, go, go, go, go, go…
Go Titty, 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!
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CHORUS: (2x)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami, I got the X if you into taking drugs
I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed
When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it’s 20 nines in the club
Pe-ers heard I fuck with Dre,
Now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem,
Then the hoes, they wanna fuck
But homie, ain’t nuttin changed,
Hoes down, G’s up
I see Xzibit in the cut, “Ay Pe-er roll that weed up”
If you watch how I move,
You’ll mistake me for a playa or pimp
I’ve been hit wit a few shells,
But I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood in L.A. they sayin “50, you hot!”
They like me,
I want them to love me like they love Pac
But holla in New York,
Them Pe-ers’ll tell ya i’m loco
And the plan is
To put the rap game in a choke hold
I’m fully focused, man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal,
And I’m still on the grind
Now Titty say, she feeling my style,
She feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get by,
And they’re ready to go (Okay!)
-CHORUS- (2x)
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look Pe-er, I done came up
And I ain’t changed
And you should love it way more then you hate it
Pe-er, 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 Pe-er
Trying to pull me back right
When my joint get the pumpin in the club, it’s on
I wink my eye at your bitch,
If she smiles, she’s gone
If the roof’s 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,
“Curtis, go ‘head, switch the style up
If the Pe-ers hate, then let ‘em hate,
And watch the money pile up”
Or we can go upside the head with a bottle of bub
You know where we fuckin be…
-CHORUS- (2x)
Hahaha, don’t try to act like
You don’t know who we be neither, Pe-er
We in the club all the time, Pe-er
It’s a proper pop-off, Pe-er
G-Unit