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