Lyrical Breakdown of How We Roll - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "How We Roll" 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 "How We Roll" 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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Something, I want to tell you There's something I've been Thinking, that your, crew should know Big Pun be the largest thang (largest thang) Straight out of the projects, mang (projects, mang) And that's how we roll, roll You know I'm well known like Al Capone, fully blown like Ton' Montana In a zone, sittin' on chrome, stoned sippin' on cham-pagna Rollin' ganja up in bible papers, see how high the lye can take us Through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob I make the kind of green a hustler dream Bustin' out the custard cream Viper Custom piped up with the mustard seams Clustered green Fort Knox and hard deemer medallions Mockin' God, even Italians see my batallion pull out the broad I got the Squad over-qualified, pullin' over Karl Kani Range Rover tilted, three-wheelted hydraulic slide Sparkin' lye in the clouds and reppin' my housin' Like the Wu do in Shaolin Ooh, baby there's, something, I want to tell you There's something I've been Thinking, that your, crew should know Big Pun be the largest thang (largest thang) Straight out of the projects, mang (projects, mang) And that's how we roll, roll I keep my Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo with my top hat What you broke motherfuckers know about that? Lookin' fat in Marc and Pelle leather like Fonzarelli Sparkin' Phillies with the Gods like Makaveli On the celly (blown Benz, chrome rims) Shinin' like the (stone gems) on my (gold rings) I got it sewn Twinz, I can't begin to tell you the story That soared me from livin' poorly to a modern day Cinderfella I've been a killer and a drug dealer, a bugged nigga But now I'm like Puffy 'cause money's thicker than blood player I'm still a threat, but now I think before I flip Call my connects together And figure which cleaner's the best for the hit I get the job done, Pun's handlin' business Candlelight dinners, havin' a toast with the most glamorous bitches My road to riches was no Christmas Now we blessed with gold Lazaruses So expensive, my whole family's religious Ooh, baby there's, something, I want to tell you There's something I've been Thinking, that your, crew should know Big Pun be the largest thang (largest thang) Straight out of the projects, mang (projects, mang) And that's how we roll, roll Aiyyo, I want it all you can call me greedy and superficial Long as my crew's official and pulls they pistols soon as I whistle I'm tryin' to triple a million and split it three ways Joe the God, Full Eclipse, and myself, that'll be the day I need a way to get it, already got the ambition Start the ignition, watch for the NARCs in the marked Expedition I'm on a mission which requires a higher position Desire and vision keeps the fire inside of me glistenin' I'm infinite like math, so I'm gonna last But you wanna laugh all day, bullshit and sittin' on your ass I'm all about cash and the power A stash with the power that lasts like hittin' ass for an hour Let's get it locked, I want a watch with baguetted rocks So I can clock hoes with the glow that never stops Forget the cops, we got Deserts and glocks too Ready to rock whoever tryin' to stop our cheddar from stockin' forever Ooh, baby there's, something, I want to tell you There's something I've been Thinking, that your, crew should know Big Pun be the largest thang (largest thang) Straight out of the projects, mang (projects, mang) And that's how we roll, roll Big Pun is the largest thang Joey Crack be stayin' paid Terror Squad from the projects man That's how we roll