Lyrical Breakdown of Block Is Hot - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Block Is Hot" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Boosie Badazz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Block Is Hot" 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 Boosie Badazz 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 Boosie Badazz's narrative.

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Uh, uh, it's MO3, let- (let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) Yeah, yeah, yeah (MO motherfuckin' 3, nigga) It's 4:30, grab my .30, we gon' spin at five Why you say that? 'Cause that's the time that he walk out the house Look, shoot this bitch like Michael Jordan did in '99 (okay) Busted down my Rollie, bought a Porsche Fuck, who don't like to shine? (Yeah) My block is hot, this Glock is hot (hot, hot, bow) Jump out on my block, hop out of ya car (bow, bow, bow) Jump out like the SWAT, we duckin' the cops (ah, ah, bow) Give a fuck 'bout a opp, we runnin' the block (yeah, yeah) Ready to get 'em, don't tell 'em we comin' They say they got beef (bluff) But I provide it, they gon' bleed When I say, "Sweep," they sleep (they sleep) This ain't no alphabet, but I keep that AK by me (okay) And just know after that, they leavin', won't come back to speak (yeah) Turn down they block when they get got What they gon' say now? (What they say now?) I upped this MAC, knock off his back No, I don't play 'round (bitch, this a shake down) I'm slangin' iron, this Calico gon' make 'em lay down Make 'em look me in my eyes and told God "He on the way now" (bow, bow, bow, bow) The life I live, I keep that strap, you know it's redrum Block to block, sit in the spot The doors locked until the feds come 'Cause my people in the hood who had to struggle never had nothin' It's understood we livin' good Young nigga, we gettin' cash money (that's on gang, gang) Don't want no drama, better lay low and hush puppy (hush) Osama, don't say my name, ho I'ma flush somethin' (I'm gon' flush somethin') They say they ready for war, they better run from me (they better run) 'Cause when we jump in them cars Chopper gon' touch somethin' (brr, bow, bow, bow, bow) My block is hot, this Glock is hot (hot, hot, bow) Jump out on my block, hop out of ya car (bow, bow, bow) Jump out like the SWAT, we duckin' the cops (ah, ah, bow) Give a fuck 'bout a opp, we runnin' the block (yeah, yeah) Did the shit, and everybody know that's how it gotta go Made my respect multiply times four (Boosie) Hot with the Glock 10, -104 I done lost some real niggas, I ain't losin' no more (bleed) They say that boy the people, if he is, I'ma smash 'em (yeah) Servin' his lil' partner from the O and I'ma tax 'em (yeah) Nigga turned on me, sipped out the same glass So I sent the nigga from behind and hit 'em up nasty Block-block shit (block shit), bad bitch, she might set a nigga up 'Cause this pussy finna wet a nigga up Bit-bitch I'm the don, send the SWAT, they don't go On the news, they say the same gun killed like four (yeah) My block is hot, this Glock is hot (hot, hot, bow) Jump out on my block, hop out of ya car (bow, bow, bow) Jump out like the SWAT, we duckin' the cops (ah, ah, bow) Give a fuck 'bout a opp, we runnin' the block (yeah, yeah, yeah)