Lyrical Breakdown of Weedman - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Weedman" 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 "Weedman" 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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Keep smokin' I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Keep on chokin', I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman; Yeah boi, wear corduroy I've gotta keep on smokin' I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Keep on chokin', I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman; Yeah boi, wear corduroy Hey, gimme some herbs, the word Better hit it, we know, we know what you heard Thai-da-da-da, done hit my burb Here to get it, hit it, and niggas is served And a fifth of burb It'll switch your nerves, and I'll get to swervin Burnin in my Benz, and I'm here, nigga Don't you ride with me, you have to learn it Close the curtain, nigga, we searchin Search for the blunts and stone, I'm certain Runnin up, so I'll be runnin, and rappin's my hobby when I'm smokin I'm workin, and I'm hurtin, hurtin Reefer, reefer, reefer, yes, me P.O.D.d-ah D.d-ah Past overdose comatose, see a See a bunch of sticky creeper, creeper Roll it up, sellin my kin folk And the end of the world, I'll have the indo, indo And you can hook it up, need no friends though See, little B.B. gives no weed fees when your ends low We can get smoked Keep smokin' I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Keep on chokin', I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman; Yeah boi, wear corduroy I've gotta keep on smokin' I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Keep on chokin', I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman; Yeah boi, wear corduroy (Hey!) About to curb serve over phat tracks Bluelight has got the scoop on where the party's at Somebody said, "Damn, where's the drinks?" It's chillin' in the middle of the kitchen sink We got Alize, and Isle iced tea A little Bambazini and some Hennessey The stuff that keeps you toe-up Now tell me are you high enough? Keep smokin' I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Keep on chokin', I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman; Yeah boi, wear corduroy I've gotta keep on smokin' I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Keep on chokin', I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman; Yeah boi, wear corduroy Remember forever addicted, get it twisted It's that mystic Rip and Guinness, hit it Singin my business, lately, got me ready to kick it But dig it, my hydro high, got me thinkin, "Die, die, die." Twenty twin, twin, then again, no crime in a dime Well did llelo to my payroll, straight to the bank, oh, ever so thankful My mayo, aiyyo, stay away or come and get split a wig, insane, oh Gotta make that money, man, any and all cost, y'all Any and all, all, nah, gonna get caught up, caught The house was so hot, I can't stand the heat I'm dancin with my peoples I've been tryin to see There bumpin my jam, guess who I see Comin to hype the party with some indo, tweed? We got Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Layzie, Wish and Flesh, thugs-n-harmony Righteous when I spike the punch My people's gonna drink it up Keep smokin' I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Keep on chokin', I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman; Yeah boi, wear corduroy I've gotta keep on smokin' I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Keep on chokin', I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman; Yeah boi, wear corduroy You gotta puff, puff, give, and pass it to the left You gotta puff, puff, give, and pass it to the left You gotta puff, puff, give, and pass it to the left