R.I.P.
2 Chainz & Young Jeezy 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 lyrics to "R.I.P." by 2 Chainz and Young Jeezy are about partying hard, getting drunk and high, and showing off their wealth and status. They boast about killing the club, meaning that they were so successful at partying that they left the club in ruins. They also talk about drinking Patron straight from the bottle, and almost killing a thug. There are too many haters around them, so they don't feel the love. They continue to flex their wealth by talking about being in a brand new drop top Ferrari with three girls, wearing expensive watches, and having stacks of cash.
2 Chainz and Young Jeezy also reference other hip hop artists and their iconic styles. They mention Slick Rick, Dana Dane, and Rakim while commenting on their chains and watches. They compare themselves to Dougie Fresh and talk about their expensive Mitchell and Ness clothing. They brag about their jewelry and say that anyone with a watch like theirs needs attention. They end the song by saying that they killed the club and almost killed a thug.
Overall, "R.I.P." is a classic party song that celebrates the excesses of the hip hop lifestyle. It's a song about showing off, flexing wealth and status, and having a good time. While there may not be a deeper meaning to the lyrics, they capture the spirit of the party scene and the bravado that goes with it.
Line by Line Meaning
R.I.P we just killed the club
We had such a good time at the club, we ended up shutting it down
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
We drank so much patron straight from the bottle that we almost got into a violent altercation
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
I'm very intoxicated and can't feel the effects of any other drugs I might have taken
Too many haters in here, I don't feel the love
There are too many people in this club who don't like us and it's making me feel unwelcome
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
Once again, we drank so much patron straight from the bottle that we almost got into a violent altercation
I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with three bitches
I'm riding in a new Ferrari convertible with three women
Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches
I'm tired of being accused and put on trial, especially by three people who are cooperating with the authorities
And I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at?
I've been to every club in your city, where are all the cool people?
I be in every club in the hood, where niggas at?
I also frequent all the clubs in low-income areas, where are all the people at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
When I arrive, I make sure to show off and make a scene, much like Birdman
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's
I'm feeling like a drug kingpin, living my life like they did in the 1980s
Who the nigga think he is Slick Rick or Dana Dane
I'm questioning who this person thinks they are, comparing them to famous flashy rappers
Think he Rakim or somethin, look at his chain
This person thinks they're a legendary rapper, but I'm only impressed by the expensive jewelry they're wearing
Myself, from head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh
I'm fresh from head to toe, like the famous rapper Dougie Fresh
Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness
I'm dressed like a baller, wearing designer clothes from Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention
People who wear flashy watches are only doing it for attention
Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him
If your boyfriend can't afford to live this type of lifestyle, you should leave him
Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
I have a lot of money in my pocket
Attached to your girl like a .jpeg
I'm very close to your girlfriend, like a digital picture file
Party scene turn to a murder scene
Things can escalate quickly at parties and things could turn violent
Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green
I keep improving on these people, they need to catch up or they'll always be at the bottom
I'm on gasoline and I'm on that promethazine
I'm feeling very high and drunk
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 like to switch it up, driving and receiving sexual favors
I'm the type of nigga thats built to last
I'm strong and determined, I won't easily crumble
You fuck with me, Ill put my foot in your ass
Don't mess with me or you'll receive severe consequences
I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall
I have a lot of money, I stack it up high and keep it hidden away
That you might need a giraffe
I've stacked my money up so high, you'd need a giraffe to reach it
When you was countin this cash, nigga!
I have so much money, it takes a long time to count it all
Lyrics © Revolver Music Limited, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Andrew Noland, Andrew Young, Charles Carter, Dijon Mcfarlane, Eric Wright, Gregory Webster, Jay Jenkins, Leroy Bonner, Lorenzo Patterson, Marshall Jones, Marvin Pierce, Norman Napier, O'shea Jackson, Ralph Middlebrooks, Roger Parker, Steve Arrington, Tauh
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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