In Da Club (For Gatman) Harmonica Tab
In Da Club (For Gatman) Harmonica Tab
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Go, go, go, go Go, go, go shaw-ty
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It’s your birth-day
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We gon’ par-ty like it’s yo birth-day
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We gon’ sip Ba-car-di like it’s your birth-day
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And you know we don’t give a f*ck
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It’s not your birth-day!
(CHORUS) (2x)
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You can find me in the club,
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bot-tle full of bub
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Look ma-ma I got what you need
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if you need to feel a buzz
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I’m in-to hav-ing sex,
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I ain’t in-to mak-in love
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So come give me a hug
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if you in-to get-ting rubbed
Verse 1
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When I pull out up front,
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you see the Benz on dubs
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When I roll twen-ty deep,
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it’s al-ways dra-ma in the club
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when they heard I roll with Dre,
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ev-‘ry-bod-y show me love
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When you sell like Em-in-em,
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you get plen-ty of grou-pie love
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But hom-ie ain’t noth-ing change
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hold down, G’s up
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I see X-zi-bit in the Cutt and man he roll em
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If you watch how I move you’ll mis-take me
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for a play-er or pimp
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Been hit wit a few shells
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but I don’t walk with a limp
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In the hood then the lad-ies
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Say-ing “fif-ty you hot” They like me,
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I want them to love me like they love ‘Pac
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But hol-la in New York fo sho
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they tell you I’m lo-co
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And the plan is to put the rap
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game in a choke hold
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I’m feel-in’ fo-cused man,
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my mon-ey on my mind
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I got a mill out the deal
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and I’m still on the grind
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Now shaw-ty said she feel-in my style,
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she feel-ing my flow
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Her girl-friend wan-na get bi
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and they rea-dy to go
[Chorus] (2x)
Verse 2 same as 1
My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look nig*a 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 a*s nig*a
trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it’s on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire,
let the motherf*cker burn
If you talking bout money homie,
I ain’t concerned
I’m a tell you what Banks told me cause go
‘head switch the style up
If the nig*as hate then let ’em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
They know where we be
[Chorus] (2x)
[Talking]
(Laughing) Don’t try to act like you ain’t know
where we been either nig*a
In the club all the time nig*a,
it’s about to pop off nig*a
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