R.I.P.
Jeezy & 2 Chainz Lyrics


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R.I.P we just killed the club
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
Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches
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

Overall Meaning

The song "R.I.P." by Jeezy and 2 Chainz is a high-energy, braggadocious track about the rappers' lavish lifestyles and their dominance in the club scene. The chorus, "R.I.P we just killed the club," is a metaphor for the massive impact they have on the club when they arrive, bringing their over-the-top fashion, flashy jewelry, and generous patron consumption.


The lyrics also touch on themes of loyalty (the references to "snitches" and "trustworthy" companions) and power (the threatening verse about kicking down doors and turning a party scene into a "murder scene"). Additionally, the line about the nights being "broken" suggests a feeling of chaos and disarray, which is alleviated by the two rappers' arrival and subsequent "killing" of the club.


Overall, "R.I.P." is a celebration of excess and the thrill of being at the top of the social hierarchy. The rappers revel in their success, flashy style, and ability to impact the club scene, despite any haters or rivals who may be lurking.


Line by Line Meaning

R.I.P we just killed the club
We had such a good time that we rocked the house to the point that it seemed like the club was dead.


Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
We drink from the patron bottle so much that one of us almost caused a fight.


Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
I am so high that I cannot feel the effects of the drugs.


Too many haters in here, I don't feel the love
There are too many people who are against us in the club, and I do not feel any love from them.


Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
We drank too much patron and almost caused a fight.


I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with three bitches
I am driving in a new Ferrari convertible with three women.


Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches
I am tired of being in the center of a trial with three informants.


And I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at?
I have been to every club in your city, where are the people at?


I be in every club in the hood, where niggas at?
I go to every club in the ghetto, where are the people at?


Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
I pull up in my car, and when I get out, I show off like a famous rapper.


On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's
I have the attitude of a cowboy from the 1980s who is on a cocaine binge.


Who the nigga think he is Slick Rick or Dana Dane
Who does this person think they are? Slick Rick or Dana Dane?


Think he Rakim or somethin, look at his chain
He thinks he is Rakim and he shows off his chain as if it was a symbol of status and wealth.


Myself, from head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh
I am fully outfitted like Dougie Fresh from head to toe.


Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness
I look like I came to win, dressed in the latest Mitchell and Ness clothing.


Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention
A person who wears a watch like that wants to attract attention to himself.


Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him
If your man does not spend extravagantly like me, you should replace him.


Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan
My pockets are big and bulging, just like a Samoan's.


Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let some more in
I already have some attractive women in my area, let some more in.


And every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in
Every person who came with me will break down your door if necessary.


Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican
We share the joint like Jamaicans.


Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some Hatians
We have large quantities of drugs stored like the Haitians would do.


She got good head, good brains, good education
The woman I am with is smart, intelligent, and has good oral skills.


I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the nights broken
I am extremely intoxicated, and it is now 1:45 am. The party is practically over.


By the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open
By the time I arrive home, the mall will already be open.


Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the molly
This girl is high on MDMA (molly), and she has too much confidence.


She said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle
She wants me to call her Ms. Berry because she thinks she looks like Halle Berry.


Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
I have a pocket full of money with pictures of dead presidents on it.


Attached to your girl like a .jpeg
I am attached to your woman like a .jpeg file is attached to an email.


Party scene turn to a murder scene
The party can easily turn into a scene of violence and death.


Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green
I will continue to insult and belittle other people, and they will need to be trained like toddlers. Let's party and enjoy some collard greens.


I'm on gasoline and I'm on that promethazine
I am so high that I feel like I am on gasoline and promethazine.


Life ain't nothin but a G thing
Life is about living like a gangster (a 'G').


Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
As I drive, I get oral sex from my woman, and I put my hand down her undergarments.


I'm the type of nigga thats built to last
I am the kind of person who will endure the test of time.


You fuck with me, Ill put my foot in your ass
If you mess with me, I will physically hurt you badly.


I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall
I have a million dollars stashed away, and I stack it so high that you will need a giraffe to see it all.


That you might need a giraffe when you was countin this cash, nigga!
You would need a giraffe to count all of this cash.




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