Lyrical Breakdown of Bottom - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bottom" 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 "Bottom" 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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On the bottom On the bottom Michail on the beat One at the foot, two at the head, my nigga One ain't shut up, one peed the bed, my nigga (Shut the fuck up) Burglaries, that's what fed my niggas (Yeah) Bottom of the fuckin' map, that's what bred my niggas I'm talkin' peanut butter, jelly Go and fuck a bitch at the thirty-nine dollar telly (Telly) And score a pack Quick to lend a real friend 'cause I know he gon' pay it back If I slip, I know he gon' kill a rat (Bang) Hard for us to stack 'Cause a nigga need hoes and clothes (Yeah) Playin' bingo with my hand when I saw me a rose Now lil' Boosie, he the man, and I drive me a Rolls Top dawg, county boy, he gon' blow I want the whole world to know No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got) No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got) No one can stop what God got for you, nigga No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (Where we from?) From the bottom, mayne (Where we from, nigga?) From the bottom, mayne (Yeah) From the bottom, mayne (Yay-yay) 'Til the final thang, mayne Couple hits, now I'm hot, with them sticks in the drop, wildin' out Goin' seventy (Go all out, go all out) No more bricks, bitch, I rap and I'm on All my niggas comin' home (Free my cousin' crossin' on) Niggas told me, "Get your money, motherfuck" (In that five) Protect your bag, shoot a hundred, motherfucker (Yeah, get that bag) I was really raised the hard way (Hard way) If I ain't had it, I would take your Penny Hardaway (Penny Hardaway) I had fame, cancer came, I had harder days (Oh Lord) I thought 'bout runnin' from parole and throwin' it all away (Oh Lord) Me and OG Dre sat on the couch and smoked a pound a day (Ayy) Who ever thought I'd have a sack to smoke a pound a day (Real) No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got) No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got) No one can stop what God got for you, nigga No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (Where we from?) From the bottom, mayne (Where we from, nigga?) From the bottom, mayne (Yeah) From the bottom, mayne (Yay-yay) 'Til the final thang, mayne No one can stop what God got for you, nigga It ain't where you from, it's where you goin' Same people talk about you, one day soon, they will copy you, nigga When them diamonds hit your neck and you start glowin' Then I got on the radio Now they wanna do the rodeo They say, his hood-ass always talkin' 'bout head 'Cause in the hood, it ain't about the pussy But that you get the bitch head It's that bottom