Lyrical Breakdown of Jail Talk 2 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Jail Talk 2" 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 "Jail Talk 2" 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.
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Damn, that nigga Boosin is a bitch (hey, hey, hey, hey), Cray
Jail talk, jail talk, nigga
Why that nigga fit that ain't never put you in power? (oh, oh, oh, oh)
I don't know, bro
Me on call, me on call, nigga
I know you gonna get some pitches today, nigga (oh, oh, oh, oh)
I wanna see them, bro
Jail talk, jail talk, nigga (how's your story)
You ever smoke a blunt with Snoop? (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Yeah, that's my nigga, bro
They be like, why you ain't do a song with Wayne yet?
Why you ain't fucked up the gang yet?
I be like, I don't even know (I don't know)
Be like, why you ain't been to a rock brunch?
Why you and Jigga never hang yet? (Jeezy)
Be like, I don't even know
Be like, what's up with Jeezy?
Did he really sell coke?
I don't install him, so platinum records
I don't even know
Hey, won't let me make stone
Nah, nigga, back to lockdown
Told the guard I'ma shit him down when he walk down
Boo, what's happen with your case, nigga?
I don't even know
Nigga, is you taking it to trial?
Shit, I don't even know
Father's day, I was gone, but I still thank God for the holiday (for the holiday)
'Cause he still came through (came through)
He gave me a good spade, pardon, cup of soup
Sent some chips, made a hookup, made it do what it do
They acting who's fucking who
I'm like, I don't even know
These hoes for everybody, nigga
I don't even know, what this deal
Jail talk (jail talk)
Jail talk, jail talk, nigga (oh, oh, oh, oh)
When you going home, nigga? (I don't know)
My girl, she ran, and I don't think she coming back, my nigga (oh, oh, oh, oh)
I might be doing this time flat, my nigga
(Praying for you, nigga)
Jail talk
Jail talk, jail talk, nigga
I think they said your name, boo
Mayor Kyle, Mayor Kyle, nigga
Hope I get some mail, man (oh, oh, oh, oh)
And slam some bones
Slammin' dominoes till the fuckin' sun came up
Niggas talkin' bout they niggas, how they niggas chained up
You fuck with that nigga, little baby?
Fuckin' right, that's little bro
I know you fuck with the baby
Yah, that's my nigga on the phone
Give me somethin' from the store
They done took my canteen away
They sent a hit that I won't eat shit today
I still got child's steak, baby, I eat three today
Shockin' me up, but they can't take my dreams away
Shit, we gon' put this shit together, we gon' eat today
Six niggas, five soups, fried beans, we straight
Nigga, we love how you be speakin' on that gay shit
But ain't nobody speakin' up with you, nigga, that's gay shit
That boy, he got a green light
You don't even need to say shit
Bootsy, which one of them hoes you fuckin' out there?
They like boots to keep your head up, nigga
I don't even know
You think you goin' fair, bruh, nigga, I don't even know
Damn nigga, jail talk (jail talk)
Jail talk, jail talk, nigga
When you going home, nigga? (I don't know)
My girl, she ran, and I don't think she coming back, my nigga (oh, oh, oh, oh)
I might be doing this time flat, my nigga
(Praying for you, nigga)
Jail talk
Jail talk, jail talk, nigga
(I think they said your name, boo)
Mayor Kyle, Mayor Kyle, nigga
Hope I get some mail, man (oh, oh, oh, oh)
You on the docket in the morning, hey
Boosie, you remind me of that nigga Tupac
Man, you be wildin'
You know them people after you, dawg
You gotta watch
I can't really say nothin', dawg
You right, and I gotta watch
'Cause you know what them people mad about
You beatin' all them bots
Shit, your daughter spittin' fire, dawg
I wanna see her pop
Ain't nobody fuckin' with her
But I think I dare to make them knock
You goin' to the BET Awards?
I don't even know
I got some wax, you fuckin' with it, boo?
Fuckin' right, let's go
Light up, light up
Jail talk (jail talk)
Jail talk, jail talk, nigga
When you going home, nigga? (I don't know)
My girl, she ran, and I don't think she coming back, my nigga (oh, oh, oh, oh)
I might be doing this time flat, my nigga
(Praying for you, nigga)
Jail talk (jail talk)
Jail talk, jail talk, nigga
(I think they said your name, boo)
Mayor Kyle, Mayor Kyle, nigga
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
Shout out to all them niggas who looked out for me, nigga
When them dirty motherfuckers ain't gonna let me make canteen
Shout out my nigga, Dwayne, nigga
Shout out my nigga, Count Up, nigga
All y'all niggas, nigga
Y'all keep y'all head up in that motherfucker
My nigga Birdo, nigga
Y'all stay strong, nigga
All my Paisos, my Serenios, nigga
My Bloods, my Crips
Y'all stay strong, nigga
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)