Lyrical Breakdown of Big Diamonds - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Big Diamonds" 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 "Big Diamonds" 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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Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'
Hit him all in the stomach, fucked up his linin'
Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)
Do a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin'
Uh, told your fuckin' ass I'll be back
Now them niggas goin' crazy tryna sign me back
License plate say Young Money nigga for sure
Camped out in front your house, we just lit up some smores
Now these niggas want bars, Butterfingers, Snickers, and Mars
Seven days a week, bet a nigga armed
Yeah, Fresh, we done done it, did it without stuntin'
Countin' money, need a calculator
The crib got a elevator, you not a skater
We got you on the floor, paint your ass red
Turn this bitch into an art show
Now on the left side, we got the brand-new Benz
And on the inside, got brand-new MAC-10s
And in the middle of the night, niggas'll find you
Me and 2 Chainz, bitch, we the new Big Tymers
Manny Fresh on the beat, he a true Big Tymer
Foreign cars (Cars)
Foreign broads (Broads)
Hoes with no bras (Yeah)
Neighborhood like big drawers
I'm a G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T)
What you know? (Know)
What's the score?
You hurtin', I front you ten kilos
I like women (Women)
That like women (Women)
That like grinnin' (Grinnin')
That like swimmin' (Swimmin')
That's lightskinnin' (Skinnin')
Or darkskinnin' (Skinnin')
They skinny-dippin' (Dippin')
You penny pitchin' (Pictin')
You pussy pimpin' (Pimpin')
Or pussy poppin' (Poppin')
I'm want it, nigga (Ayy)
I'm on a mission (Ayy)
I gotta get it (Get it)
'Cause me and Tune (Yeah)
Like fuckin' siblings (Ooh)
You fuckin' gimmick (Yeah)
You fuckin' with us (Yeah)
You get whacked (Whacked)
Your wig cracked (Crack)
A big sacks (Yeah)
I shot ball (Ayy)
I pitch crack (Ayy)
I dig that (Ayy)
I'm raw, nigga (Yeah)
No zig-zag (Yeah)
My bitch bad (Bad)
Her bitch bad (Bad)
You funny, nigga (Funny)
A Sinbad (Yeah)
I sit back (Yeah)
I get bags (Bags)
I baow-baow, I click-clack
Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'
Hit him all in the stomach, fucked up his linin'
Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)
Do a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin' (21)
Marble floors, I got bulletproof doors (21)
Rappin' off the head like I'm Wayne, like I'm Hov (Facts)
Grew up 'round them cutthroats, I be on my toes
Old killer from my hood, stopped that clean 'cause he throwed (21)
She wanna fuck a young gangsta, I know (Facts)
Real deal player, I ain't never kissin' toes (21)
You know I'm in a rush, baby, come up out that robe
I pull up, she wet already, she been playin' with her robe (Goddamn, oh shit)
Damn, she done squirted on my clothes (21)
If we in the party, then we came for the hoes (21)
Open the dispensary, I got free smoke (21)
Fuck a top spot, nigga, I came for the GOAT (Pussy)
I'm a dog, German Shepard, Great Dane (Yeah)
He got money, but his ass still a lame (Yeah)
On the pole, shake that ass, do your thing
She from the Southside, down the street from Flocka Flame (On God)
Stick left him So So Def, but I don't know Jermaine (21)
How your watch a million dollars and it look plain? (21)
I'm worth eight figures, so I really can't complain (On God)
I tried to play your album, every song sound the same
Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'
Hit him all in the stomach, fucked up his linin'
Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)
Do a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin' (21)