Artist: Napoleon f/ The Clipse Album: Kingpin Wit Da Inkpen Song: V.I.P. Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Pusha-T] Yeah, check it, it's your neighborhood Pusha With my man Napoleon, uh, Illuminati Network And ya'll know how we do, when we on that V.I.P. shit We spend it like we print it, nigga, ugh [Pusha-T] Roll out the red carpet, crooked on the curb When I park it, Bathing Apes, never Air Forces Ma, loosen your jaw up, niggas get nautious The chain made Junior Seau, like a Charger Haters love to look at me awkard Wanna take the belt, well, you are not Tarver I am not Jones, you need not bother I'm thirty one and O, I am Mayweather, partner Feeling like the Wizard, sitting in my throne Hoes like Dorothy, trying to find a home Well follow the crip bottles, the rappers on the floor Now that's what the fuck we call the Yellow Brick Road B.E.T. wanna see how I'm living? Well come on in, we ain't gotta leave the kitchen O's like I'm selling Cheerios for a living I'm V.I.P. to all of ya'll niggas when I'm spitting [Chorus 2X: Pusha-T] Ooh, let them boys through, get the table ready 10 grand on Crys', we never been petty Looking for them ballers, you know where we be Over there chilling in the V.I.P. [Napoleon] Shakespears look like the Oscars, we pulled up in 5-50's Don's that got million dollar paper riding with me I walk through like Aerostotle on NASA's Follow back all the super models with asses The bartenders gave us cold bottles in glasses The DJ start the 10 count with the masses It's big news, Pole and The Clipse in the spot Word around town, Illuminati rich and they hot The club popping, chicks pulling out they camera phones Taking pictures of the stars and all kinds of stones I see the haters, ya'll can't get close to me It's like Nino and G. Money when I toast with D Peep the swagger, even a blind ghost can see That we got it on smash like it's suppose to be We like The Beatles, Napoleon, I'm Paul McCartney Live in V.I.P., that's what I call a party [Chorus] [Malice] It's like the Red Sea, the way the crowd split Mosey to the front, ain't life a bitch? Get to the front door, access granted Velvet Rope entry, feeling like Janet I give a wink to the bartender chick To get her on my side, I'mma start with the tip Jewels so bright, I can't help to be seen I glow with every step, it's like I'm Billie Jean And ma recognize me, but still play the game Act like she trying to put the face with the name Ok, nah, love, save yourself the strain I'm one half of The Clipse, you can tell by the chain V.I.P. section, nines and better And you can slide right in, like my beretta We can slide right out, in my nanetta Of European custom, each time I crush 'em [Chorus]