yo, this is my first experience wit rhymin'. SO if you wanna hate, I really don't care, cuz I kon for a fact, I have gotten MUCH betta since then. I thought I would dig it out for your enjoyment. lol Here it is:



Go, go, go, go, go, go, go shorty,
It’s your birthday
We gon party like it’s your birthday
We gon sip coke,
Like it’s your birthday
And you know we know that it’s a joke,
It’s not your birthday!

(Chorus x2)
You can find me in da club,
Bottle full a’ cherry coke
Got what you need if you wanna hip-da-hop
I’m into hip-hoppin’,
I ain’t into F-Bomb droppin’
So come give me a hug,
If you’re not a big lug

When I pull up out front, you see the ‘stang on dubs
When I hip-da-hop, there’s always haters in da club
Hater’s heard I have knife, now they wanna show me love
When I pulled out a gun, I got praised like I’m from above
But homie ain’t nuthin’ changed, back down, ease up,
I see druggies in da club and say, “Throw that weed out”
If you watch how I groove, you’ll mistake for Ja Rule
Got nothin’ to prove, that’s when I be actin’ a fool
In da skool, when the haters say hip-hop sucks,
I take it, and shake it. They ain’t worth 2 bucks
But holla in Sactown, niggas will tell you I’m loco
While their plan is to put my rap game in a choke hold
I’m feelin’ focused, man
Put my money in my pockets,
I cruise till I lose,
And I don’t need no booze
Now, shorty said she feelin’ my style, she feelin’ my flow
She wanted my dough, so I went over and showed her the doo' (ok!)

(chorus x2)

My flow, my show,
Brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things,
My hat, my court, my chains, my shoes,
You were broke back then,
And you still ain’t changed
And you should cheer it,
Way more than you jeer it
Hater, you mad,
I thought that you’d be happy I made it
I’m the cat by the bar toasting to what’s good,
You the stupid ass hater trying to pull me to da hood
When Bush get’s to pimpin’ in da club it’s on,
He winks his eye at the haters, if they stare, he’s gone
If his ass on fire, let the motherfucka burn
If you talking about America, Homie, he ain’t concerned
I’m gon tell you what Fawcett told me, he said, get drunk and get your ass kicked
And if Texas suck, then let ‘em suck, and watch your money get picked
Or we can hit ‘em upside their head, with a bottle of coke
OU makes Texas look like a fuckin' joke (whoo!)

(chorus x2)

hahaha… Don’t try to act like you don’t know where we been, neither, nigga
We in da club all the time, nigga,
You’re about to get popped off, nigga
G-Unit (Haha)