You know I?m in da V.I.P. Lookin' at all this ass and I?m finna to leave I?m finna to cut you as soon as I?m out But you steady you gotta gotta wit da
number one but I aina??t talkin bout the combo. S.O.D. boss [yeah] Ia??m the head hon-cho. Walk inside the club, I need V.I.P pronto [Chorus] Pronto
and P-C-P And them broads they believe in me (Zo) C-I-B, the magnum totem Keep my enemies on I-V, once I toast them (C'mon) Just like my bagels Have
, I pop tags Lil' Dre or Lil Smook? 360 bands, panoramic roof I'm the truth, the boy swag hard Black car white tint, oh my Lord V.I.P status, all night
stop when i pull up And my pants sag low like i was rockin a pull-up When i stop and i pull up ima be already full of Vodka I keep that in my cup a bay
n!gga shoot at me, so u know im shootin back! V.1: Just handguns all white air ones, n!ggas talkin one on one but there aint no fair ones, You feel me son? I do
it Don't get it twist, get it fixed Yo Dunn straight up, yo this is how we do Straight up Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list P-Double
I stare in your I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned (Remember P, the one you got your whole style from?) I wake you up and as I
, until there ain't none left I'm quick to go left, I blaze with no ref I Jams mo' than Def baby show me the club I'm like, hey, where that Bacardi at? I
yellin' Even though I know, that ain't what I need I cant take the naggin' and the bitchin' and the screamin' No matter what I do it just ain't enough You say I
I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P. I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P My dress code is all black when I'm makin' the moves Similar to the new
dishes do it like we on cable Cut out both of them phones Girl you need to be sippin champagne or that 'tron Then the headboards'll be cripping V.i.p
Yea-yea [Missy] Yah.. [Havoc] Yo [Verse One: Havoc] Whattup ma, the name H doe, I'm into pesos V.I.P. and champagne by the caseloads Doubles get you
(you don't) You know you got a V.I.P. pass girl We ride 24's or better, wood grain or leather, with a hole That's all I know, I know Plus 15's in the
't But I, I'm feelin' good about myself so I, I splurge a lil' hell You read the magazines, and heard I made a scene Believe it or not, I swear I'm just
, blowin' money, we ain't learn how to act All in the V.I.P. spendin' four or five stacks You can tell it's T.I.P. from how I bend my hat Send the waitress
home I got the game from Oakland, California I'm Short Dawg, I hope your momma warned ya 'Bout the old school, do the old school I'm from the old school, do