Correction Lyrics Stayin’ Alive vs. 50 cent (TikTok Remix) by Dr. Dre

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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 f**k 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
N***as heard I f**k with Dre, now they wanna show me love

When you sell like Eminеm, and the hoes they wanna f**k
But, homiе, ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the cut, that n***a 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 n***as'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
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk
Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around
Since I was born
And now it's alright, it's okay
And you may look the other way
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man

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 f**k 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

My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look, n***a, I done came up and I ain't change
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
N***a, 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** n***a trying to pull me back, right?
When my jaws get to bumpin' in the club it's on
I wink my eye at you, b*t*h, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherf**ker burn
If the talk ain't 'bout money, homie, I ain't concerned

Well now, I get low and I get high
And if I can't get either, I really try
Got the wings of Heaven on my shoes
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose
You know it's alright, it's okay
I'll live to see another day
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive (hey)

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