[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?
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