Lyrical Breakdown of I'm Not a Player - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I'm Not a Player" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Big Pun weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I'm Not a Player" 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 Big Pun 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 Big Pun's narrative.

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You're my darlin' darlin' baby

You're my darlin' darlin' love

You're my darlin' darlin' baby

I said you're everything I ever hoped for in a woman

And as long as I may live

Ooh, you're-

Yo, I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot

Jump on top of my dick and work them hips until I bust a shot

It doesn't stop, I'm only beginnin', I'm bonin' your women

While you home all alone, I'm blowin' up in 'em

Sendin' them back to you, mad at you

Don't catch a motherfuckin' attitude

I'm just showin' you how this rapper do

Capital Punishment, when I'm up in it, suckin' it

Bustin' it out, nice blouse, let me unbutton it

You're fuckin' with King Papi Chulo when knockin' culo

Pop your mulos out the socket tryin' to ride with the sumo

You know my rise is high, word, I be drillin' 'em

Bitches be tryin' to ride, but the curve be killin' 'em

Fillin' 'em with the cash, my cheese premium unleaded

Come get it, first work the tongue, then let the Pun hit it

Split it in half, watch the gat, baby, take a bath

Be good, I might put away the wood and give you the mustache

You're my darlin' darlin' baby

I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot

You're my darlin' darlin' love

I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot

You're my darlin' darlin' baby

I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot

You're my darlin' darlin' love

I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot

I bang a stranger in my torture chamber

Feed the locas chocha pinga

While I force my finger where my bolas linger

I bring the pain like Method when I flex and flip the coochie

Puerto Rican to the core, but no Boriquas eat the pussy

'Scuse me for bein' blunt, but I've been eatin' cunts

Since pimps was pushin' pink Caddies with the fish tank pumps

Bumpin' and grindin', simultaneously grindin'

Climbin' up the walls, with my balls bangin' off your hymen

I'm a diamond in the rough, (ugh) bustin' in your face

Taste the sweetness of my dick, rip your fetus out of place

Yo, bitches already know the repertoire

Step in my car, let's start the ménage à trois, like Escobar

By far, I'm the best at all sex positions, forget the kissin'

I'm skippin' the tongue-twistin', TS Tradition

You're my darlin' darlin' baby

I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot

You're my darlin' darlin' love

I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot

You're my darlin' darlin' baby

I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot

You're my darlin' darlin' love

I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot

Some chick in back of me, bought me a daiquiri

Told me meet her in back of Zachary's

'Cause she heard I was packin' meat

I bagged the freak and hit the telly

Got the Phillies, lifted her belly

And "Put it in Her Mouth," like Akinyele

Far from ugly but they used to say I'm too chubby

But since the money the honeys got nothin' but love for me

So rub my tummy and make a wish, I'll make you rich

Take your kids to the flicks, come back and fix your favorite dish

(Not!) You crazy bitch, I ain't with that, I'ma hit that

Split back to the shack where my other chicks at

Now can you dig that? I'm the mack, doin' my thing

Pullin' your strings, makin' you feel like you in a dream

It's the king of the Hip-Hop Quotables, givin' you multiples

Just by the tone of my voice in the vocal booth

I notice you doin' your thing with your crew

Is it a'ight if I come down there and sing to you?

You're my darlin' darlin' baby

I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot

You're my darlin' darlin' love

Uh, I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot

You're my darlin' darlin' baby

Yo, I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot

You're my darlin' darlin' love

I'm no player, I just fuck a lot

You're my darlin' darlin' baby

You're my darlin' darlin' love

You're my darlin' darlin' baby