Lyrical Breakdown of Bout What I'm Talking Bout - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bout What I'm Talking Bout" 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 "Bout What I'm Talking Bout" 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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U ain't bout what u be talkin bout(bitch ass nigga) U ain't bout that murda murda shit U ain't down to lose yo cool and go and hurt a bitch We got them hook ups on them rentals now we murkin shit Tinted up spinnin spinnin let that 30 spit Bitch do want fuckin family in black clothes The bitches in black dresses the niggas in black vo's(u ain't know) I'm cut throat Kinival imma buy the bar survival Sip syrup and smoke fire and i'm wilder(than an average thug) I'm hard headed my momma told me that And u got to be real all this drama showed me that Lose yo mind if u want to(if u want to) I gotta click of real niggas who gon stomp u And want u to be hollerin bout that iron plate(that iron plate) And we gon hit yo street tonite and not the next day The Tec spray nigga don't worry bout that They gon get what they deserve bout that We gon cut down they whole curve bout that U ain't bout what u be talkin bout(uhn ahh) U ain't ready for yo momma to be walkin out(uhn ahh) That big ass church wit all yo people cryin hollerin bout(hollerin bout) Why u had to take my son thats what them choppas bout(is u bout that boy) U ain't really bout that shit u be talkin so quit that talkin ya heard me Quit that talkin and walkin if u gon serve me then serve me Now i'm young trill entertainment so know one thang i ain't worryed Cause my family do damage business ain't handled its murda Niggas sweeter than skittles so they spittin in riddles See that little shit u be spittin gon have u sleep in hospitals And if u beef wit my niggas we gonna really squad up From choppas to a 6 bitch u can't avoid us Rappin bout smokin that killa don't even smoke killa Even if u did i wouldn't even smoke witcha Ya bitch ya fraud ya fake ya muthafuckin fluke Pussy all wet ya fuckin booty all loose U and them other two niggas duck duck goose Under the throwback jersey the vest bulletproof Gangsta shit jump off boy u know u finna run out Close yo fuckin mouth fore i rip yo damn tongue out U ain't bout layin under a nigga house like a mouse And u light his ass up when he come out(when its a drought) We get sick wit it u heard about lil Trell Gunned downed when he was 12 ever since then its been hell And Webbie they don't live like we live(fuck no) They don't deal like we deal they ain't real like we real Look i'm from that track like that bottom of that SSB Whateva u call it that shit lives in me them niggas kill for free Like lil Trell on the lum Cause u niggas ain't my equal and they hatin on this lil thug A lot of niggas scared of y'all but not me This for them niggas in rap game who knock me but can't stop me And my posse is full of thugs Like Headbussa baby Junior and my nigga Jug We dumpin slugs on a enemy I thought u was my closest friend but now on u just a friend to me And this fuckin penetentary make niggas think they real But when they get out they got a nerve to pop a pill(but look here)