Lyrical Breakdown of Let Me Smoke With Ya - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Let Me Smoke With Ya" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Bone Thugs-n-Harmony weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Let Me Smoke With Ya" 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 Bone Thugs-n-Harmony 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 Bone Thugs-n-Harmony's narrative.
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Let me smoke wit'cha
Let me smoke wit'cha, Let me smoke.
Let me smoke wit'cha
Let me smoke wit'cha
Let me smoke wit'cha, Let me smoke.
Blaze it (blaze it) Blaze it (blaze it)
Blaze it (blaze it) Blaze it.
Blaze it (blaze it) Blaze it (blaze it)
Blaze it (blaze it) Blaze it.
When you're feelin' like you're on one, smoke.
(can I smoke wit'cha, can I smoke wit'cha)
Sweet ol' Mary Jane, come and take me home.
(take me home wit'cha, take me home wit'cha)
When you're feelin' like you're on one, smoke.
(well let me smoke wit'cha, can I smoke wit'cha)
Hey, sweet ol' Mary Jane, come and take me home.
(take me home wit'cha, take me home wit'cha)
When you're feelin' like you're on one, smoke.
(let me smoke wit'cha, can I smoke wit'cha)
Mary J is my main thang, my main line
Every day I wake with the Blueberry, Acapulco
Go to that new shit they call Purple Haze
Help me make it through my worst days, holidays and birthdays
If I'm down and out and I'm hurtin' - I know one thang is for certain
I can roll it up in a cigarello, pack it up in the pipe
I can smoke it up with my niggaros when my girl ain't actin' right
But if she cool and she chillin', I'd rather smoke with her
In the bed or watchin' a movie, you know it's next to her cup
And when I call her Mary Jane, she get mad again
Pull out a blunt, and once again now we can laugh again
I'm lovin' to smoke it, I'm lovin' to smoke it, I gotsta get high
'Til the day I die, 'til the day I die, even on my own supply
I've been high since the last song, hustlin' - gettin' my cash on
Twenty sacks don't last long, buy a pound and get my stash on
When you're feelin' like you're on one, smoke.
(can I smoke wit'cha, can I smoke wit'cha)
Sweet ol' Mary Jane, come and take me home.
(take me home wit'cha, take me home wit'cha)
When you're feelin' like you're on one, smoke.
(well let me smoke wit'cha, can I smoke wit'cha)
Hey, sweet ol' Mary Jane, come and take me home.
(take me home wit'cha, take me home wit'cha)
When you're feelin' like you're on one, smoke.
(let me smoke wit'cha, can I smoke wit'cha)
Sticky-icky in the system, how we do it
Uh, I say "hey, don't ruin my buzz, cuz I need some fluid"
Where your blunt so I can roll it up like zig-zags, but tobacco
Crazy Horse is in the bottle, I'm finna go wacko, yeah
Jamaican spliffs, now roll it, that's that shit, that's that gift
All that I'm gon' need - I'm a get, we'll say, yeah
You don't know what I've been through today
I've been workin' all night, I need some weed for my brain
And plus some drank up in the cup, what's up, let's get crunk, drunk
Now I'm tipsy not flimsy, weeded and pimpin', c'mon
Roll it on up let's get high, let's get wild, I'm not too tired
On the one, Jesus Christ plus the light, so precise
Roll it on up, let's get high, let's get wild, I'm not too tired
On the one, Jesus Christ plus the light, so precise
When you're feelin' like you're on one, smoke.
(can I smoke wit'cha, can I smoke wit'cha)
Sweet ol' Mary Jane, come and take me home.
(take me home wit'cha, take me home wit'cha)
When you're feelin' like you're on one, smoke.
(well let me smoke wit'cha, can I smoke wit'cha)
Hey, sweet ol' Mary Jane, come and take me home.
(take me home wit'cha, take me home wit'cha)
When you're feelin' like you're on one, smoke.
(let me smoke wit'cha, can I smoke wit'cha)
When you're feelin' like you're on one, smoke.
Sweet ol' Mary Jane, come and take me home.
When you're feelin' like you're on one, smoke.
Hey, sweet ol' Mary Jane, come and take me home...