Lyrical Breakdown of In Da Club - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "In Da Club" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how 50 Cent weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "In Da Club" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that 50 Cent employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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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 fuck it's not your birthday

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'

Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs

I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love

So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'

Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs

I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love

So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs

When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club

Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love

When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck

But, homie, ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up

I see Xzibit in the cut, that nigga roll that weed up

If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp

Been hit wit' a few shells, but I don't walk wit' a limp (I'm ight)

In the hood, in L.A., they saying "50 you hot"

They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac

But holla, in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco

And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold

I'm full of focused man, my money on my mind

I got a mill' out the deal and I'm still on the grind

Now shorty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow

Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'

Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs

I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love

So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'

Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs

I'm into havin' sex I, ain't into makin' love

So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

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

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 jaws get to bumpin' in the club it's on

I wink my eye at you, bitch, if she smiles she gone

If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn

If the talk ain't 'bout money, homie, I ain't concerned

I'm a tell you what Banks told me, "Cuz, go 'head switch the style up

If the niggas hate then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up"

Or we can go upside your head wit' a bottle of bub'

They know where we fuckin' be

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'

Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs

I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love

So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'

Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs

I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love

So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither, nigga

We in the club all the time, nigga, so pop, pop off, nigga

G-Unit