Biografía:
Curtis James Jackson (nacido el 6 de julio de 1975 en South Jamaica, Queens, New York), conocido profesionalmente como 50 Cent, es un rapero afroamericano. Conocido también por los apodos fifti Cent, alcanzó la fama con los masivos éxitos comerciales de sus álbumes Get Rich or Die Tryin' y The Massacre, ambos multi-platinos y vendiendo alrededor de 16 millones de copias en todo el mundo. Jackson es conocido por su imagen gangsta y por haber recibido nueve disparos y seguir vivo.
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Otras canciones:
- 21 Questions
- Appr
- Best Friend
- Best Friends
- Bicycl
- Boneu
- Chadoul
- Damo
- Dansmi
- Decouri
- Entrel
- Esponnruse
- Hit
- In Da Club
- Isab
- Jama
- Jetansor
- Jusq
- Lafo4
- Lanc
- Le Bat
- Le Print
- Ledô
- Letit Bon
- Lov
- Moi
- No No Yo
- Nse
- Oleua
- Patiently Waiting
- Pisc
- Pist
- Rponde
- Sang
- Tout
- Yfa Cho
- Ayo Technology
- Crazy
- Hate It Or Love It
- Im Supposed To Die Tonight
- My Life
- On And On
- Party Aint Over
- Still Think Im Nothing
- Window Shopper
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Chords used: (mostly barre chords and bottom 2 strings played)
G#m Am F#m Em
e|-----4--------5----------2---------0---------------------------------------|
B|-----4--------5----------2---------0---------------------------------------|
G|-----4--------5----------2---------0---------------------------------------|
D|-----6--------7----------4---------2---------------------------------------|
A|-----6--------7----------4---------2---------------------------------------|
E|-----4--------5----------2---------0---------------------------------------|
[Intro]
Am G#m tap the pick guard with your finger nails.
Bump the guitar body with the base of your palm twice,
tap the pick guard with your finger nails.
G#m Am tap the pick guard with your finger nails.
F#m G#m tap the pick guard with your finger nails.
Lyrics:
[Intro]
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
G#m Am
F#m G#m
Go, go, go, go
Am G#m
Go, go, go shorty
(Bump, bump)
It's your birthday
G#m Am F#m G#m
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's yo birthday
G#m Am
'Cause you know we don't give a fuck
F#m G#m
It's not your birthday!
[Chorus (2x)]
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
G#m Am F#m G#m
Look Mami, I got that X, if you into takin' drugs
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
G#m Am F#m G#m
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
[Verse 1]
Em F#m (Bump, bump)
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
G#m Am F#m G#m
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
G#m Am F#m G#m
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
But homie ain't nothing change ho's down, G's up
G#m Am F#m G#m
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
G#m Am F#m G#m
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
In the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot"
G#m Am F#m G#m
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco
G#m Am F#m G#m
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
Em F#m (Bump, bump)
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
G#m Am F#m G#m
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
G#m Am F#m G#m
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go
[Chorus (2x)]
[Bridge]
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.
[Verse 2]
(same as verse 1)
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 junk get to pumping 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 motherfucker 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 niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be
[Chorus (2x)]
[Talking]
[Laughing] Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit
G#m Am F#m Em
e|-----4--------5----------2---------0---------------------------------------|
B|-----4--------5----------2---------0---------------------------------------|
G|-----4--------5----------2---------0---------------------------------------|
D|-----6--------7----------4---------2---------------------------------------|
A|-----6--------7----------4---------2---------------------------------------|
E|-----4--------5----------2---------0---------------------------------------|
[Intro]
Am G#m tap the pick guard with your finger nails.
Bump the guitar body with the base of your palm twice,
tap the pick guard with your finger nails.
G#m Am tap the pick guard with your finger nails.
F#m G#m tap the pick guard with your finger nails.
Lyrics:
[Intro]
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
G#m Am
F#m G#m
Go, go, go, go
Am G#m
Go, go, go shorty
(Bump, bump)
It's your birthday
G#m Am F#m G#m
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's yo birthday
G#m Am
'Cause you know we don't give a fuck
F#m G#m
It's not your birthday!
[Chorus (2x)]
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
G#m Am F#m G#m
Look Mami, I got that X, if you into takin' drugs
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
G#m Am F#m G#m
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
[Verse 1]
Em F#m (Bump, bump)
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
G#m Am F#m G#m
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
G#m Am F#m G#m
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
But homie ain't nothing change ho's down, G's up
G#m Am F#m G#m
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
G#m Am F#m G#m
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
In the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot"
G#m Am F#m G#m
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco
G#m Am F#m G#m
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
Em F#m (Bump, bump)
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
G#m Am F#m G#m
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Am G#m (Bump, bump)
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
G#m Am F#m G#m
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go
[Chorus (2x)]
[Bridge]
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.
[Verse 2]
(same as verse 1)
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 junk get to pumping 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 motherfucker 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 niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be
[Chorus (2x)]
[Talking]
[Laughing] Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit
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