Lyrical Breakdown of Hatin’ - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hatin’" 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 "Hatin’" 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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Little Boosie bad ass (little Boosie bad ass)
An I wanna know tonight
Why they hating on me?
Shh. I'm a good nigga believe that
Let's roll
[Chorus]
Tell me why they hating (why they hating)?
Hating on me (why they hating on me?)
'Cause I'm tryna get this paper ('cause I'm tryna get this paper)
Thugging in these streets (thugging in these streets)
Nigga ate at my momma table
My daughter called him uncle (she called him uncle)
I treated him like he was donkey and he told on me
The judge looking like he wanna drop a load on me
My nigga looking like he wanna break the code on me
Tell me why they let me ride for a year?
Now they want my 745 until I show for this here
Nigga tried to sneak me but that's hoe shit
You ain't gonna get no strikes off me little daddy you better try sum more shit
Now he fuck with my girl head
The hoes she be round kept putting her soul down and she can't focus now (un un un)
Ain't that a shame how they fuck up your name
Tell promoters you're gonna cut throat 'em now you're missing your change
Who's gonna take the pistol charges and everybody convicted
Been to 5 funerals in 3 months Lord knows that I miss 'em
I guess when I get old and grey and my mission is done
You pussy motherfuckers you all gonna hate on my son
[Chorus]
From the cradle to the grave I'm gonna always be a hustler
As long as you succeed they gonna always be a buster
They hated Dr.King, they hated when he marched
They hated Malcolm X and they hated Rosa Parks
Sometime your enemy on your passenger side
Riding with you getting high
But you can't believe it
But you know that he sneaky
When I was five my mama looked at her son she said boy
You're gonna break hearts 'cause you're too cute for just one
I guess it's this baby face and rap skills that God blessed me with
Got nigga nuts hanging ready to come and test me bitch but look
You know that say I was dead
2 shot up in my head
Sum say I O.D.'d off that X
What they gonna say next?
[Chorus]
Now they say me and Weebie beef we're on the same team
We drop hits you nosey bitch, we got the same dream
A lot of niggas player hate 'cause they ain't me
So when they mine they won't hesitate to spank me
Done seen a lot of shit Lord knows I try
Rumors hurt me inside but I'm still showing pride
Want diggers like jigga with a brain like dane
Can't slip like beans 'cause I dreams to be the mayne
But I never change no matter how raw it get
I'm beast mode little daddy so I'm prepared for the rawest shit
They called me out my name
They told me I was stunting
I told them one day bitch I'm gonna have some Oprah money
[Chorus: x2]