R.I.P. (G-Mix)

[Intro: Jeezy] 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 fuckin' with the gods Rest in peace, 'Pac [Verse 1: Jeezy] R.I.P it's the remix killer 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 To the window, to the motherfuckin' wall 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 [Chorus: Jeezy] 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 [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, fuck your type If your broke ass 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 [Chorus: Jeezy] 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 [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, motherfuck 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 [Chorus: Jeezy] 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