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jeezy - r.i.p. (g-mix) lyrics

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[intro]
what, you thought i wasn’t what i was?
r.i.p. to nate dogg
you know i ain’t comin’ out to the west coast
without f-ckin’ with the gods
rest in peace, ‘pac

[verse 1: young jeezy]
r.i.p it’s the remix k!ller
mike jack was alive, i’d remix thriller
trap star, b-tch, spell it with a big t
give a d-mn if i never be a hot mc
cause i’m a hood n-gga, first on everybody’s list
buy the whole club p, don’t f-ck with no cris
that average -ss watch can’t f-ck with my wrist
them average -ss hoes can’t f-ck with my b-tch
to the window, to the motherf-ckin’ wall
enough money in my jeans to buy a motherf-ckin’ mall
got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that’s my hummer
r.i.p. to the compet-tion, this is my summer

[hook x2: young jeezy]
r.i.p., r.i.p., r.i.p., r.i.p
r.i.p. we just k!lled the club
took patron to the head, almost k!lled a thug

[verse 2: snoop dogg]
fella in the club finna do thangs
snoop deezy, jeezy and 2 chainz
neck full of cables, no security
ten dimes and they all at my table
smokin’ on… sippin’ on cirizoc
bottom to the tizop, al these hoes ezay
eastside lbc with a “g” on it
v.i.p., r.i.p – with a “c” on it

[verse 3: too short]
you can dream, but you ain’t doin’ nothin’ tonight
you ain’t about this life? well, f-ck your type
if your broke -ss got one day at the top
you’d be so shocked, you’d drop dead on the spot
you’d better keep flippin’ them burgers, and ask yourself
who’s the boss and who’s the worker?
i’m the t-double-o, don’t need no ho
but tonight, i’m about to knock me some more

[hook]

[verse 4: e-40]
ho, i’ve got more gigs than a terabyte
i dance like a d-boy (dance like a d-boy)
don’t get along with the elroys
there’s yankin’ up in this thang, we poppin’ bottles
give me a thick thang, i don’t want a model
she sippin’ hurricanes, motherf-ck moscato
she wanna give me brains, in my tahoe
i could talk a monkey off a banana tree
(tryna get to you) …got a degree in mackology
scorpio (what is it?) that’s my astrology
i get in the back of his head like neurology

[hook]



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