DJ Mustard - R.I.P. (G-Mix) lyrics

[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**in' with the gods Rest in peace, 'Pac [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] R.I.P it's the remix k**er Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller Trap star, b**h, spell it with a big T Give a damn if I never be a hot MC Cause I'm a hood n***a, first on everybody's list Buy the whole club P, don't f** with no Cris That average a** watch can't f** with my wrist Them average a** hoes can't f** with my b**h To the window, to the motherf**in' wall Enough money in my jeans to buy a motherf**in' mall Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my Hummer R.I.P. to the competition, 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**ed the club Took patron to the head, almost k**ed 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** your type If your broke a** 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** 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]