Lyrical Breakdown of R.I.P (feat. Young Jeezy) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "R.I.P (feat. Young Jeezy)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 2 Chainz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "R.I.P (feat. Young Jeezy)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that 2 Chainz employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to 2 Chainz's narrative.
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R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almsot killed a thug
Im so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters sitting here
I dont 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 almsot killed a thug
Im in a brand new drop top 'Rari with 3 bitches
Tired being in the middle of trial with 3 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, Im Dougie Fresh
Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that
He need attention
Your man dont ball out like that
You need to bench him
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almsot killed a thug
Im so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters sitting here
I dont 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 almsot killed a thug
Im gone, dont know where Im 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
Im drunker than a motherfucker, heres 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 we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almsot killed a thug
Im so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters sitting here
I dont 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 almsot killed a thug
Got a pocket full of dead prez
Attatched to your girl like a .jpeg
Party scene turn to a murder scene
Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train
Turn up, collard green
Im on gasoline and
Im on that promethazine
Life ain't nothin but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
Im 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 we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almsot killed a thug
Im so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters sitting here
I dont 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 almsot killed a thug