Tity Boi AKA 2 Chainz is one half of Playaz Circle along with long time friend Dolla Boy. 2 Chainz played basketball at ASU (Alabama State University) in Montgomery, Alabama. Hailing from the Southside of Atlanta, Playaz Circle came together as a compilation in the late 90’s. They released their debut album, and shortly after that, they were introduced to radio DJ Chris Lova Lova AKA Ludacris through mutual friend Lil' Fate. Unfortunately. shortly after that, 2 Chainz was shot and Dolla was incarcerated. After hearing about their misfortune, Ludacris reached out, offering to sign them. DTP began to form, and 2 Chainz was apart of the label and signed to DTP when Dolla Boy was released.
Throughout his career, Epps received speculation that the name Tity Boi was meant to be derogatory towards women, although he repeatedly denied the accusations,in early 2011 he decided to change his stage name to 2 Chainz as he perceived it to be more "family friendly".
R.I.P
2 Chainz Lyrics
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Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in here, I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with three bitches
And I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at?
I be in every club in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's
Who the nigga think he is Slick Rick or Dana Dane
Think he Rakim or somethin, look at his chain
Myself, from head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh
Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention
Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
I'm gone, don't know where I'm going
Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let some more in
And every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in
Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some Hatians
She got good head, good brains, good education
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the nights broken
By the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open
Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the molly
She said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
Attached to your girl like a .jpeg
Party scene turn to a murder scene
Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green
I'm on gasoline and I'm on that promethazine
Life ain't nothin but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
I'm the type of nigga thats built to last
You fuck with me, Ill put my foot in your ass
I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall
That you might need a giraffe
When you was countin this cash, nigga!
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
The song "R.I.P" by 2 Chainz is a typical rap song talking about living the high life and partying hard. The lyrics paint a scene of 2 Chainz and his entourage causing chaos and destruction in the club, fueled by Patron and drugs. There are numerous references to violence, including "almost killing a thug" and "kick your door in", indicating a disregard for the law and a willingness to engage in illegal activities.
He is also proud of his success and wealth, mentioning his expensive car, designer clothing, and stacks of money. He takes shots at other rappers, suggesting they are not as successful or stylish as he is. The chorus of the song, "R.I.P" is repeated several times, indicating that they are so powerful that they have effectively "killed" the club with their wild behavior.
Overall, the song suggests a lifestyle that is exciting but dangerous, and one that is self-destructive in the long run. The lyrics celebrate temporary thrills, but at the same time, they indicate a lack of fulfillment and a sense of emptiness that comes with it.
Line by Line Meaning
R.I.P we just killed the club
We were so lit in the club that we owned it, we totally owned the night
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
We were so drunk that we almost got into a serious fight
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
I am so high on whichever substance I am on, that I am completely numb
Too many haters in here, I don't feel the love
There are way too many negative people in the club, I am not feeling any positive vibes
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
We consumed so much Patron that it almost resulted in a serious altercation
I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with three bitches
I am driving a brand new Ferrari convertible with three girls in the car with me
Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches
I am sick and tired of being in court and dealing with three people who are constantly betraying me
And I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at?
I make sure that I visit all the clubs in your city, where are all the guys at?
I be in every club in the hood, where niggas at?
I also frequent every club in the ghetto, where are all the guys at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
I arrive at the club with full-on swag like Lil Wayne's former manager Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's
I am dressed like a cowboy with a cocaine addiction like in the 1980s
Who the nigga think he is Slick Rick or Dana Dane
Who does this guy think he is? Slick Rick or Dana Dane?
Think he Rakim or somethin, look at his chain
He thinks he is Rakim or some other rapper, just because he has a flashy chain
Myself, from head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh
I am dressed impeccably from head to toe, like rapper Dougie Fresh
Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness
I am dressed so well that it looks like I came to play on a sports team sponsored by the brand Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention
Any guy with a watch like that is clearly seeking attention
Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him
If your boyfriend doesn't have this kind of swag, you need to find a new one
I'm gone, don't know where I'm going
I am very drunk and confused about where I am headed
Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan
My pockets are so big that they resemble the size of a Samoan person
Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let some more in
I have a bunch of attractive girls in my area of the club, and I am ready for more to join
And every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in
Every guy who came to the club with me is capable of causing trouble and breaking into places
Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican
We are smoking marijuana and passing it around like we are from Jamaica
Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some Hatians
We have multiple pounds of drugs with us, similar to the way drug dealers in Haiti carry their product
She got good head, good brains, good education
The girl I am with is smart, talented, and highly educated
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the nights broken
I am extremely intoxicated, and it is a little past 1:45 in the morning, and the night is almost over
By the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open
I will not be getting back to my house until after the mall has opened in the morning
Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the molly
I cannot believe this girl is acting so foolishly because she is high on MDMA
She said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle
She wants me to refer to her as Ms. Berry, she is delusional and thinks she is as famous as Halle Berry
Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
I have a pocket full of money, in reference to the hip-hop group Dead Prez
Attached to your girl like a .jpeg
I am closely attached to your girlfriend, like an image file attached to an email
Party scene turn to a murder scene
The party we are at may quickly escalate into a violent altercation
Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green
I am constantly putting down other people, I need to be taught how to properly behave, let's party!
I'm on gasoline and I'm on that promethazine
I am using both gasoline, a highly flammable liquid, and promethazine, a prescription cough syrup used recreationally
Life ain't nothin but a G thing
Life is all about living like a gangster
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
I am changing lanes while receiving oral sex, and her thong is pulled down
I'm the type of nigga thats built to last
I am the kind of person who has stamina and will always be around
You fuck with me, Ill put my foot in your ass
If you mess with me or cross me, I will retaliate in a violent manner
I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall
I have a million dollars hidden away, I stack my money very high so no one can find it
That you might need a giraffe
The amount of money I have hidden is so high that you might need a tall animal like a giraffe to reach it
When you was countin this cash, nigga!
I obtained this money through illegal means, and when you were trying to find me or find out more information, I was busy accumulating it
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, BMG Rights Management
Written by: William DeVaughn, Jay Jenkins, Dijon McFarlane, Tauheed Epps, Charles Carter, Waung Hankerson, Steve Arrington, Roger Parker, O'Shea Jackson, Eric Wright, Lorenzo Jerald Patterson, Andre Young, LeRoy Bonner, Ralph Middlebrook, Andrew Noland, Gregory Webst
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@MikeEBlack
RIP Ranaldo Fink Mullen and all the Crips who can't afford Cribs
@handfullofsean
Bahahaha
@gw6258
Who’s still bumping this thinking about the tragic death of your son in a beer fire
@unnecessaryapostrophe4047
I'm just missing L'il Ronnie FM so much 😥
@fritopendejo5181
Poor Ronaldo.
@ScipioWasHere
Hell yea dude
@PhonkJesus
What episode is that bit from ?
@ZaklnGritch
@@PhonkJesus It's a premium episode Bonus 73
@TheRedBeard82
I can't even express how much I miss Ronaldo Fink Mullen, gone to soon.
@toramime5716
RIP Ronaldo Fink Mullen, beer fires are so damn dangerous spread awareness