V.I.P. Chillin'

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] Oh! … Right! … Cross! Where Harlem at?! V.I.P Chillin, chillin, chillin Club poppin Chillin, chillin, chillin Fresh to death Chillin, chillin, chillin Damn, who drunk all the liquor tho? All outside I’m chillin, chillin, chillin Music crazy Chillin, chillin, chillin Mommy crazy Chillin, chillin, chillin Damn, who drunk all the liquor tho? [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Yes, I am ready to take you higher than you ever been Got the medicine and that fire We travel at light speed when we holdin’ the mitas Bottles on deck, models on deck Fuck a shot glass, I’ma take it to the neck I’m a muthafuckin’ alcoholic Rustle to the last drop, I need all of it You thinkin’ I’ma call it quits? Shit, I’m a baller, bitch See me in that hot thing, prolly think I got wings Park it in front of the party, watchin’ her throw me her body Nothin’ but bad bitches around my team Nothin’ but black cards inside my jeans Exposed for everything goes, she ready to dip low Yeah, all — need that, need that Yeah, so basically the basis says Whatever you call that shit, n— we that, we that [Chorus: Swizz Beatz & Dr. Dre] V.I.P Chillin, chillin, chillin Club poppin Chillin, chillin, chillin Fresh to death Chillin, chillin, chillin Damn, who drunk all the liquor tho? All outside I’m chillin, chillin, chillin Music crazy Chillin, chillin, chillin Mommy crazy Chillin, chillin, chillin Damn, who drunk all the liquor tho? [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] Big chillin’ in this muthafucka That’s how in this muthafucka Kush blunts all up in the air Now err’body on the ceilin’ in this muthafucka (what you lookin’ for?) I’m lookin’ for a bad bitch Somebody who can hop on top and work magic Move somethin’, work somethin’ She murdered it, the cops comin’ I murdered it, a flock comin’ In my direction while you stressin’, it ain’t nothin’ I hop up in that muthafucka, press a button Top peel off, I peel off stuntin’ Leave the function barely functionin’ We consumption wit’ somethin’ succulent She’s all mine, she know we fuckin’ My game just rewind, we right back up in [Chorus: Swizz Beatz & Dr. Dre] V.I.P Chillin, chillin, chillin Club poppin Chillin, chillin, chillin Fresh to death Chillin, chillin, chillin Damn, who drunk all the liquor tho? All outside I’m chillin, chillin, chillin Music crazy Chillin, chillin, chillin Mommy crazy Chillin, chillin, chillin Damn, who drunk all the liquor tho?