Lyrical Breakdown of No Excuse - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "No Excuse" 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 "No Excuse" 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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Whoa, oh, oh, oh, Whoa, oh
I ain't did get it, my nigga, you gotta listen
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh
Go get that money lil' nigga that 'cause I need it (need it)
I'm from them trenches (I'm from them trenches)
I got up and did it (I got up and did it)
Came from the slums, we didn't have nothin', so we was schemin' (we was schemin')
I made it my business (made it my business)
And God my witness (what?)
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
I'm-I'm, I'm the truth (I'm the truth)
I did it for me (I did it for me)
I did it for you (I did it for you)
You know it's all in (it's all in)
Girl, put your phone down (girl, put your phone down)
And show me the truth (show me the truth)
I don't need no excuse (what?)
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Don't make no excuse (don't make no excuse)
Hang out the roof, but we'll pull the proof
We finna get loose (we finna get loose)
Oh, this your thing so (your thing)
Make this your ringtone (make this your ringtone)
You know what it do (What?)
I don't need no excuse, don't make no excuse
I'm Bootsy Boo (I'm Bootsy Boo)
The bitch on the truth (you know I'm the truth)
I do what I want, I fuck who I want
I'm loose as a goose, and I make your dreams come
Did it for the niggas in the streets
I did it for the lil' nigga like MO3 (yeah)
Pullin' them licks and sippin' that lean
Bandana on with a minute fourteen
Bitch I'm the truth
Bitch I'm the king of the booth
When I say go man them niggas go shoot
If I got a hoe we gon' ball out the coop
So suck in my dick she gon' have no excuse
I'm from the booth (I'm from the booth)
I'm so loose at 'em (so loose at 'em)
We take out our money we show it on camera
This what all the little niggas hiding on my block
Go get that money lil' nigga that 'cause I need it (need it)
I'm from them trenches (I'm from them trenches)
I got up and did it (I got up and did it)
Came from the slums, we didn't have nothin', so we was schemin' (we was schemin')
I made it my business (made it my business)
And got it my witness (what?)
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
I'm-I'm the truth (I'm the truth)
I did it for me (I did it for me)
I did it for you (I did it for you)
You know it's all in (it's all in)
Girl, put your phone down (girl, put your phone down)
And show me the truth (show me the truth)
I don't need no excuse (what?)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Don't make no excuse (don't make no excuse)
Hang out the roof, but we'll pull the proof
We finna get loose (we finna get loose)
Oh, this your thing so (your thing)
Make this your ringtone (make this your ringtone)
You know what it do (What?)
I don't need no excuse, don't make no excuse
Set it off with this tune (I got the doors)
Tell her daddy be cool (for real man)
Got this beat shit from my daddy but (yeah)
He was selling crack out of a 92 Buick
I was sneaking in my daddy's back (yeah)
Glock inside his fanny pack
Don't fuck around and make a nigga lose (nigga lose)
I'm in the clutch on the grind tryna come up
Every dollar we gon' run up
Started trapping out the mutes (what)
Getting two's, slugging iron out the school big 38
Mackin' them chrome glock in that 8k
The three thought he was Boots in the 8th grade
If any nigga chop a nigga eight weight (bitch I'm bad ass)
I'm on the grind I ain't worry bout what they say (what)
I got it made, I ain't worried'bout a damn thing
First son and I nicknamed him Trayton (83)
Told him we gon' be straight to my last day (gang)
Go get that money lil' nigga that 'cause I need it (need it)
I'm from them trenches (I'm from them trenches)
I got up and did it (I got up and did it)
Came from the slums, we didn't have nothin', so we was schemin' (we was schemin')
I made it my business (made it my business)
And God my witness (what?)
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
I'm-I'm the truth (I'm the truth)
I did it for me (I did it for me)
I did it for you (I did it for you)
You know it's all in (it's all in)
Girl, put your phone down (girl, put your phone down)
And show me the truth (show me the truth)
I don't need no excuse (what?), whoa, oh, oh, oh
Don't make no excuse