RIP
Young Jeezy ft YG Kendrick Lamar & Chris Brown Lyrics
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Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller
Trap star, bitch, spell it with a big T
Give a damn if I never be a hot MC
Cause I'm a hood nigga, first on everybody's list
Buy the whole club P, don't fuck with no Cris
That average ass watch can't fuck with my wrist
Them average ass hoes can't fuck with my bitch
Enough money in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin' mall
Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my Hummer
R.I.P. to the competition, this is my summer
R.I.P I wanna kill the judge
Tryna lock the homie up, they don't feel the thug
I'm thirsty, but I don't give a fuck
Fuckin' with my ex cause I'm still in love
I can teach you how to fuck and how to stack money
I ain't went Hollywood, you just act funny
Girl I know you want this pipe like a crack bummy
Stop playin', I'm tryna hit like a crash dummy
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
I can't take yo bitch if I don't see yo bitch
We done seen that snow, Nat Geo bitch
Cancel her and get another like I'm Nino bitch
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
Pull up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and shit
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and shit
Stomach on belly roll, bitch I'm eatin' and shit
You a vegan and shit, get off my penis and shit
Look a bad bitch, I back that bitch nigga back back
Pull it out the grab bag, turn this ho to Baghdad
Bags on my eyes, I don't sleep much, we up
Bitch I beat the beat up, the homies get you beat up
And R.I.P to p-nut, little Eric
Mossberg, 4 Bent, Compton I live that
Long hair weave with extensions
Glock 17 with extension
Bumpin' Suga Free in the automatic dually
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a porno movie
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town gang
Fuck whoever don't like it, lil' K-Dot be the name, bitch
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
R.I.P. to the V.I.P
I got my lil' niggas in the club, fuck I.D
My niggas kill at will, give you black eyed peas
And the molly make the white girl look Chinese
OHB, my niggas out here ballin'
And all these fake ass artists, y'all niggas out here drawin'
Okay now dearly departed I bought a plane, I departed
And if you started from the bottom gon' and come out the closet
You problematic, I bought them ratchets and automatics
Clip hold 32, I make you feel the Magic
You gon' see the flashes, like you in a pageant
All black suits, and them long Caddys
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
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 "RIP Remix" is a collaboration between Young Jeezy, YG, Kendrick Lamar, and Chris Brown. The lyrics are mainly focused on their street credibility, their status as rappers, and their flashy lifestyles. The chorus repeats the phrase "R.I.P" multiple times, which can refer to several things: the death of their competition, killing the club with their music, or the death of their old lifestyles.
In the first verse, Jeezy proclaims his status as a "Trap star," someone who succeeded through drug selling and rap music. He doesn't care about being considered the best rapper in the game, as long as he's admired by the hood. He also boasts about his wealth, with enough money to buy a whole mall and a bulletproof car. The end of the verse signals his dominance, as this is his summer to rule.
YG takes a different approach in his verse, as he addresses his run-ins with the law and his desire to protect those close to him. He's willing to kill a judge who's unjustly locking up his friends, and admits to being still in love with his ex even after their breakup. He can also teach a thing or two about sex and making money, because he hasn't gone Hollywood yet. The lyrics about killing and sex provide a contrast to how Kendrick Lamar presents himself on this track. Kendrick condemns those who start fights and wants to uplift the black community instead. Kendrick's verse highlights police brutality, disparities in the criminal justice system, and the role of media in perpetuating black stereotypes.
Line by Line Meaning
R.I.P it's the remix killer
I'm Young Jeezy, and I'm going to destroy this remix
Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller
If Michael Jackson was still alive, I would have remixed his hit song Thriller
Trap star, bitch, spell it with a big T
I'm a famous trap music artist, spell my name with a capital T
Give a damn if I never be a hot MC
I don't care if I'm not considered a great rapper
Cause I'm a hood nigga, first on everybody's list
I'm a well-known figure in the hood, everyone knows me
Buy the whole club P, don't fuck with no Cris
I'll buy drinks for the whole club, but I won't drink Cristal
That average ass watch can't fuck with my wrist
My watch is better than any average watch out there
Them average ass hoes can't fuck with my bitch
My girlfriend is better than any average girl out there
To the window, to the motherfuckin' wall
I'm partying so hard, it feels like the walls are shaking
Enough money in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin' mall
I have so much money in my pocket that I could buy a whole shopping mall
Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my Hummer
My Hummer has bulletproof protection and weapons in the back
R.I.P. to the competition, this is my summer
I'm killing the competition this summer
R.I.P I wanna kill the judge
I want to get rid of the judge who's trying to sentence my friend
Tryna lock the homie up, they don't feel the thug
The authorities are trying to arrest my friend, they don't understand what it means to be a gangster
I'm thirsty, but I don't give a fuck
I'm thirsty for success, but I don't care what anyone thinks
Fuckin' with my ex cause I'm still in love
I'm still in love with my ex, so I'm hooking up with her
I can teach you how to fuck and how to stack money
I know how to have sex and make money, I can teach you too
I ain't went Hollywood, you just act funny
I haven't changed like other rappers who move to Hollywood, you're just acting strange
Girl I know you want this pipe like a crack bummy
I know you want to have sex with me like a drug addict needs crack
Stop playin', I'm tryna hit like a crash dummy
Stop messing around, I'm trying to have sex with you
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
If you don't cause any trouble, there won't be any problems
I can't take yo bitch if I don't see yo bitch
I can't try to flirt with your girlfriend if I don't see her around
We done seen that snow, Nat Geo bitch
We've seen so much cocaine, it's like watching it on a nature show (National Geographic)
Cancel her and get another like I'm Nino bitch
If my girlfriend does something wrong, I will leave her and find someone else like the character Nino Brown in the movie New Jack City
R.I.P we just killed the club
We had such a good time at this club, everyone is 'dead' from partying so hard
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
We drank so much Patron tequila, it almost made us blackout
Pull up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and shit
I arrived to this place looking really good and confident
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and shit
I have a lot of girls around me, it's my time of the year to shine
Stomach on belly roll, bitch I'm eatin' and shit
I have so much money, my stomach is full and I can afford to eat whatever I want
You a vegan and shit, get off my penis and shit
You're a vegetarian and trying to judge me, stop bothering me
Look a bad bitch, I back that bitch nigga back back
I found a really attractive girl and I had to pursue her
Pull it out the grab bag, turn this ho to Baghdad
I had something unexpected (like a weapon) on me that I revealed, and now this girl is running away like she's in a war zone
Bags on my eyes, I don't sleep much, we up
I don't get much sleep, but I'm still going and staying awake
Bitch I beat the beat up, the homies get you beat up
I'm really good at rapping and making beats, and my friends will fight someone who tries to mess with us
And R.I.P to p-nut, little Eric
We're remembering the memory of our friends P-Nut and Little Eric who passed away
Mossberg, 4 Bent, Compton I live that
I'm familiar with weapons like the Mossberg shotgun and the 4 Bent, and I'm from Compton
Long hair weave with extensions
I'm wearing a long hair weave that has extra hair added to it
Glock 17 with extension
I have a Glock 17 pistol with an added attachment
Bumpin' Suga Free in the automatic dually
I'm driving a dually truck with an automatic transmission, listening to the music of rapper Suga Free
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a porno movie
There are televisions inside of the truck like it's years ago, and we're watching a pornographic movie
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town gang
We're shouting out our gang name 'Chitty Chitty Bang', we're from Compton
Fuck whoever don't like it, lil' K-Dot be the name, bitch
I don't care if anyone dislikes what I'm doing, my name is K-Dot and I'm proud of it
R.I.P. to the V.I.P
We're killing the party and making everyone go wild
I got my lil' niggas in the club, fuck I.D
I have underage guys with me, but I don't care about checking their identification
My niggas kill at will, give you black eyed peas
My friends can be violent if they want, they'll even give you a black eye
And the molly make the white girl look Chinese
The drug Molly can make a white girl's eyes look slanted like a Chinese person's
OHB, my niggas out here ballin'
My crew OHB (Original Hood Bosses) is doing really well financially
And all these fake ass artists, y'all niggas out here drawin'
I don't respect these fake artists who are actually just drawing (as if they were artists)
Okay now dearly departed I bought a plane, I departed
I've left this place, I bought a plane and went somewhere else
And if you started from the bottom gon' and come out the closet
If you came from humble beginnings, you should be honest about who you are
You problematic, I bought them ratchets and automatics
You're causing problems, so I had to buy guns
Clip hold 32, I make you feel the Magic
My gun can hold 32 bullets, it will make you feel like Magic Johnson (who was a well-known basketball player)
You gon' see the flashes, like you in a pageant
If I shoot at you, you'll see the flashes like a girl in a beauty pageant
All black suits, and them long Caddys
We're wearing black suits, arriving in long Cadillac cars
R.I.P we just killed the club
We had such a good time at this club, everyone is 'dead' from partying so hard
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
We drank so much Patron tequila, it almost made us blackout
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BRUCE W. FRANKLIN, ERIC WAGNER, RICK J. WARTELL
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