Lyrical Breakdown of Ounces Back - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ounces Back" 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 "Ounces Back" 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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I told her bounce it back I told her ounces back I told her bounce it back You been sellin' drugs for years Ain't got a bird, nigga You been sellin' weed, nigga You ain't a plug, nigga You know I'm different from them I'm from a different cloth I got a nina ross 9th grade, gettin' paid Sunshine, no shade All day, errday Southwest Atlanta, A Okay Let me start, nigga Apartment baby, I can't deny Transparent, see through it, I like it then I buy Seen through you niggas like Ziplocs Gucci be all on my flip flops Had me more white than a avalanche I put that gas in a turkey bag I told her ounces back I told her bounce it back I told her ounces back I told her bounce it back You been sellin' drugs for years Ain't got a bird, nigga You been sellin' weed, nigga You ain't a plug, nigga I'm back to my condo on Jupiter You must have forgot I had it You already know what I'm mad at I'm wearin' Hermes as a habit And I got that hat and the rabbit So now that we got it established Who want a gunfight? Slung it from left right Back on my bullshit, it ain't nothin' nice Ain't sacrifice, went Saks twice That's how I feel, young nigga, yoooooung Okay, I'm back... where they at? Yo, Skooly, my nigga What we gon' do on these niggas? Rockin' Medusa on niggas Quality tru My cousin coolin', meant to say... my bousin boolin' Goat had them units, Goat had that cookie I had a plug on it, I brought the kush in See I wanna rub on it, I miss that pussy And I'll beat that pussy, friendly reminder Don't let me find you, I creep up behind you I give you the Heimlich, you think it's the Heimlich Then I'ma G5 it, just switched the climate And this is Bvlgari, and no I'm not sorry I'ma get married at Benihana's, have the reception at Follie's I told her ounces back I told her bounce it back I told her ounces back I told her bounce it back You been sellin' drugs for years Ain't got a bird, nigga You been sellin' weed, nigga You ain't a plug, nigga I told her ounces back I told her bounce it back I told her ounces back I told her bounce it back You been sellin' drugs for years Ain't got a bird, nigga You been sellin' weed, nigga You ain't a plug, nigga