Lyrical Breakdown of Straight To The Bank - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Straight To The Bank" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 50 Cent weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Straight To The Bank" 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 50 Cent 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 50 Cent's narrative.
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When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and Phillies
When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes
Now Blood Walk to this, now Crips Walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit
Now Blood Walk to this, now Crips Walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit
I'm in my Lambo maggot, my 44 faggots
Doors lift up I'm like go, go Gadget
See the shit I got on, homey I hate too
My Teflon arm brought my government issues
I'll hit your vertebrae bullets rip through tissues
Your wife on the futon Huggin that skit Zo
Homey you a bitch you got feminine ways
Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days
I got for' fifths and bananas on the K's
And got more whips than a runaway slave
Me and Yayo go back like some high-top fades
When I made fifty mills, Em got paid
When I made sixty mills, Dre got paid
When I made eighty mills, Jimmy got paid
I ain't even gotta rap now life is made
Said I ain't even gotta rap, I'm filthy man
I'm laughing Straight to The Bank with this
(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing Straight to the Bank with this
(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing Straight to The Bank with this
(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing straight to The Bank with this
(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing
I see nothing but hundred-dollar bills in the bank roll
I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold
Got it off the street moving bundles and loads
Seventy-Three Caprice old school when I roll
Breeze pass with the EZ Pass fuck the toll
No more platinum I'm wearing gold
I'm internationally known as the kid with the flow
That brings enough dough it's never enough dough
Shit I need mo' I need shit out the stop'
Baby blue was cold fresh out the flow'
Stashbox by the dash box in case, they want war
Make the purple bring the green in fuck the law
I'm oh so raw, I'm hot I'm sure
I'm like the coolest motherfucker around the globe boy
I set the club on fire I told ya
I'm the general salute me soldier
I'm laughing Straight to the Bank with this
(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing Straight to the Bank with this
(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing Straight to the Bank with this
(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing Straight to the Bank with this
(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughing
Now work it out now, shorty work it out, work it out
I wanna see you, break it down
Now back it up now, you know what I'm about
It's like a bank job I'm renting them out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out