Lyrical Breakdown of Marijuana - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Marijuana" 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 "Marijuana" 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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I thank God for marijuana
(Thank God for marijuana)
Keeps me out of trouble
(Yes, It keeps me out of trouble)
Never make me wanna (Wanna) live under
I thank God for marijuana
(Thank God for marijuana)
I light one for my father (Father)
I miss you (I miss you)
Used to love the marijuana
(Used to love the marijuana)
It's like when I smoke it, I go harder
I thank God for marijuana (I thank God)
It made smiles on a mad crew, Mary Jane
When them hoes ain't wanna talk
I had you for the pain
You prolly was the last to smoke up out the group
But you went through some shit
Couldn't hold your crew
Now you smoking marijuana (Aw shit)
You and homie going ham on that ganja (Aw shit)
Help me, y'all, fucked me up, I'm stuck
BG stuck on the couch (Look at him), my nigga loaded
(He look so loaded)
He couldn't control it (Control it)
Tears dropping on gravestones
(I needed marijuana)
Blood dropping for red twelve
(Mama needed marijuana)
Cataracts in the eyelid
(Doc gave her marijuana)
At home, her and them five kids
And guess what calmed her down? (Marijuana)
Mary Jane do your thang (Like ya wanna)
Be my peace and my pain (Roll another)
For Lil' Bleek, that was my mane
Light one for my little brother (Straight up)
Bitch got on my nerves
She done made me mad (Made me mad)
I need that weed
She just got home from work and they on her ass
(They on her ass)
She need that weed
This old lady say her eyes hurt (Eyes hurt)
She need that weed
She got glaucoma, she just sit at home
And she just smoke on marijuana
Smoke and drank and watch her stories
The Bold and the Beautiful
Look at you stoned in your Buick
I was in my pen when that bitch killed Trayvon
I went in my cell and I rolled one up (Fuck)
Tears dropping on gravestones
(I needed marijuana)
Blood dropping for red twelve
(Mama needed marijuana)
Cataracts in the eyelid
(Doc gave her marijuana)
At home, her and them five kids
And guess what calmed her down? (Marijuana)
Mary Jane do your thang (Like ya wanna)
Be my peace and my pain (Roll another)
For Lil' Bleek, that was my mane
Light one for my little brother (Straight up)
Tears dropping on gravestones
(I needed marijuana)
Blood dropping for red twelve
(Mama needed marijuana)
Cataracts in the eyelid
(Doc gave her marijuana)
At home, her and them five kids
And guess what calmed her down? (Marijuana)
Haha, where the Backwoods at?
Nigga, roll up, nigga, roll up