| Lyrics:
| Interpretation:
| Go, go, go, go
| Go.
| Go, go, go shawty
| Go short one of whom I am affectionate
| It's your birthday
| It is your birthday
| We gon' party like it's yo birthday
| We are going to party as though it were your birthday
| We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
| We are going to sip Bacardi rum as though we were at your birthday party
| And you know we don't give a fuck
| And I could care less to copulate
| It's not your birthday!
| For it is NOT, in fact, your birthday!
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
| You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
| You can find me in a dancing establishment, with a bottle of champagne
| Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
| See, mother, how I have Ecstasy if you want to ingest drugs
| I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
| I like to copulate, but emotional commitment is difficult.
| So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
| So embrace me if you wish to engage in sexual intercourse
[Verse]
[Verse]
| When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
| When I drive to the front of the club, you see how my Mercedes-Benz is modified with chrome tire covers.
| When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
| When I have twenty friends around me, we have twenty knives present in the establishment
| Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
| African-Americans heard I hang out with Andre Young, now they want to act as though they were my friends
| When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
| When your sale figures are as high as Eminem's, the morally loose women would like to copulate.
| But homie ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up
| But, my friend, nothing has changed - morally corrupt women are down and rich men are up.
| I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
| I see Xzibit in an area, and that black man makes marijuana cigarettes.
| If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
| If you see my gait, you will mistake me for a man who has sex with many women or a man who purveys prostitutes
| Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
| I have been shot but my legs are fine.
| In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
| In my neighborhood, the females tell me that I am attractive
| They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
| They are neutrally benevolent to me but I would like for them to have a passionate interest in my like the late rapper Tupac
| But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
| But say hello in New York and those African-Americans will tell you I am insane.
| And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
| My goal is to place the rapping game into submission through use of a wrestling technique
| I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
| I am intensely focused, friend, with the money I make foremost in my thoughts
| I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
| I received a million dollars from my recording contract and yet I still constantly struggle to increase my assets.
| Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
| Now this woman says that she enjoys my personality, and the way I enunciate.
| Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go
| Her girlfriend would like to experiment with bisexuality, and the two of them are ready to begin with foreplay.
| My flow, my show brought me the dough
| My rhyming skills and my physique have garnered me the money
| That bought me all my fancy things
| To buy accoutrements for my lifestyle
| My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
| My house, my automobiles, my aquatic recreation, and my precious stones
| Look nigga i done came up and i ain't change.
| African-American, I have risen in the world and yet have not changed
| And you should love it, way more then you hate it
| And it should be love with which you view my rising fortunes, much more so than hate
| Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
| Negroid, are you angry? I would have predicted that you would be congratulatory towards me
| I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
| I am the man next to the alcoholic beverages saluting the good life
| You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
| You are the homosexual buttocked African American trying to pull me back, correct?
| When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
| When the musical track with the spoken lyrics that I wrote is played by the disk jockey in the establishment, people begin to enjoy themselves on the dance floor.
| I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
| I wink at your lady friend, if she smiles she is taken in by me.
| If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
| If the roof catches ablaze, let it be consumed with flame.
| If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
| If you are talking about money, oh friend from my neighborhood, I am not concerned
| I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
| I shall tell you what Mr. Banks told me, because go ahead and change the rhythymical progression.
| If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
| If the negroids do not appreciate me, let them feel so.
| Watch the money pile up
| Watch my assets increase greatly
| Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
| Or we will "go upside there" with a bottle of champagne
[Talking]
[Talking]
| Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
| Do not pretend you do not know us, brother
| In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
| We are in this dance club all the time, African-American, it's about the time when we leave. (alt: It is about time to engage in physical violence)
| G-Unit
| Guerilla-Unit.
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