The same album also features a song dedicated to his former partner Mad Lou, who is currently incarcerated.
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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 Young Jeezy's song R.I.P. tell a story of a night out at the club filled with excessive drinking, drugs, and partying. The chorus "R.I.P. we just killed the club, drank Patron out the bottle almost killed a thug" describes the wild and reckless behavior that took place. The lines "too many haters in here, I don't feel the love" suggests Jeezy's insecurity about the people around him and how they feel about him, which could have fueled the excessive partying.
Jeezy also boasts about his wealth, cars and jewelry throughout the song. He references his new drop-top Ferrari and how he's tired of being in the middle of trials with three snitches. He also calls out other rappers who he believes are trying to copy his style and shows off his expensive chain. These lines suggest his desire to maintain his status as a successful and respected rapper.
Moreover, Jeezy mentions his preference for clubbing in the hood and even questions the whereabouts of other rappers in the club, possibly indicating that he feels that he belongs among them. The lines "got a pocket full of Dead Prez, attached to your girl like a .jpeg" suggests he has a lot of money and is able to attract the attention of women with ease.
In summary, Young Jeezy's lyrics in R.I.P. depict his hedonistic and materialistic lifestyle, as well as his desire to maintain his status and respect in the rap game.
Line by Line Meaning
R.I.P we just killed the club
We had a great time and left the club in high spirits
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
We drank straight from the bottle and almost caused harm to someone in the process
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
I'm in an altered state and unable to fully feel the effects of any substances I'm taking
Too many haters in here, I don't feel the love
There are too many people who are not supportive, causing a negative atmosphere
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
We drank straight from the bottle again and almost caused harm to someone
I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with three bitches
I'm driving a new Ferrari convertible with three women
Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches
I'm tired of being caught up in legal trouble with people who give incriminating information against me
And I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at?
I've been to every club in your city, where are the people?
I be in every club in the hood, where niggas at?
I also go to every club in the less affluent neighborhoods, where are the people there?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
I arrive and show off like I'm Cash Money Records co-founder Birdman aka Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's
I'm heavily involved in the drug game, like the infamous cocaine cowboys of the 1980s
Who the nigga think he is Slick Rick or Dana Dane
Who does this person think they are, emcees Slick Rick or Dana Dane?
Think he Rakim or somethin, look at his chain
They also think they're legendary emcee Rakim, based on their bold display of wealth
Myself, from head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh
I look good from head to toe, likening myself to beatboxer and emcee Dougie Fresh
Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness
I look like I came here to make a statement, dressed in upscale sportswear brand Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention
Anyone who has a flashy watch like this is seeking attention
Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him
Your man doesn't have as much money or style as me, so you should leave him
Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let some more in
I have attractive women with me, and we want more to join us in our area
And every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in
The people I came with will break into your home
Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican
We roll marijuana joints and share them like a stereotypical Jamaican would
Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some Hatians
We have a lot of marijuana with us, like Haitian drug traffickers
She got good head, good brains, good education
The woman I'm with is both attractive and intelligent, with a strong educational background
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the nights broken
I'm incredibly intoxicated, and it's late in the night but the party hasn't ended yet
By the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open
By the time I go home, the mall will be open for business
Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the molly
This woman, who is also very high, is being very bold
She said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle
She wants me to address her as Ms. Berry, likening herself to the actress Halle Berry
Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
I have a lot of money, referring to the image of African-American activist group Dead Prez on the dollar bill
Attached to your girl like a .jpeg
I'm very close to your girlfriend, similar to an image file that is attached to an email message
Party scene turn to a murder scene
Things could escalate very quickly from a fun party to a violent scene
Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green
I'm continuing to outdo and humiliate others, akin to a potty-training child who still needs to learn, while also acknowledging the popular Southern dish 'collard greens'
I'm on gasoline and I'm on that promethazine
I'm very high, both from drinking lean (a codeine-based mixture) and possibly doing other drugs
Life ain't nothin but a G thing
Life is all about living life as a gangsta
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
I enjoy switching lanes while driving, receiving oral sex, and touching the panties of the woman performing the act
I'm the type of nigga thats built to last
I'm confident and have the qualities that will allow me to succeed in life
You fuck with me, Ill put my foot in your ass
If someone crosses me or challenges me, I will use violence against them
I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall, That you might need a giraffe
I have a lot of money saved up, so much so that it is stacked very high and one would require a tall animal such as a giraffe to see it all
When you was countin this cash, nigga!
While others were counting a smaller amount of money, I was counting a much larger sum of cash
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