Lyrical Breakdown of That's Mama - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "That's Mama" 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 "That's Mama" 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'ma send this song to all the Beautiful mothers across the world tonight High and low, far and near Now I'ma send this to this one mother My mother, Miss Connie, love her to death All the stuff I done put you through, no song repays for it out there But I tried For you, Mama This for Mama, that woman This for Mama, that woman When he was gone we had Mama Just that woman All alone, me and Mama This for Mama (Love you, Mama), huh Kissin' me and huggin' me, huh That's Mama, that's Mama Always tryna fuss with me That's Mama, yeah, that's Mama Without you there would be no me (Without you) Without Mama, huh (Without Mama) Gave me my bottle (Protected me) Made sure I swallowed (Raised me) Raised me and that bottle, huh Me, TQ, and Mama (Me, TQ, and Mama) Always at my games (Always at my games) I know I'm gon' see Mama (Know I'm gon' see Mama) Workin' two jobs a week, just so we eat, huh That's Mama (That's my Mama, yeah) They tried to shit on my fame Who spoke up for my name? (She did) My mama, huh This for Mama (This for Mama), that woman (This for that woman) This for Mama (This for Mama), that woman (This for that woman) When he was gone we had Mama (When he was gone we had Mama) Just that woman (Put your hands up if you love your mama) All alone, me and Mama (Mama) This for Mama Her cigarettes and her lighter, huh Slow down, Mama (Please slow down, Mama) Always readin' that Bible (Always readin' those words, huh) God help Mama (God, help Mama) I'm back in trouble, she cried (Boose in trouble again, huh) Don't cry, Mama My friends, they keep on dyin' (My friends, they keep on dyin', dyin') I ask Mama, why, Mama? (I ask Mama) No more askin' for no favors (we Ain't gotta ask cheaper for nothin' no more We straight now, Mama, we straight) No more askin' for no rides (No more askin' for no rides Motherfuckers ain't wanna give me a ride) You see me now, Ma, you can smile (You see me now, Ma, you smile Hope you happy, 'cause yesterday I saw you) You ain't smiled in a while (Like you Ain't smiled in a while, Connie, huh) This for you, Mama, this for you This for Mama (I love Mama), that woman (I love that woman) This for Mama (Love Mama), that woman (Ooh, I love that woman) When he was gone we had Mama (Daddy was gone, we called Mama) Just that woman (Just that woman) All alone, me and Mama (Yeah, all alone, me and Mama) This for Mama (This for that woman, Connie) In the pen, she can't feed me (In the pen, she can't feed me) My mama, my mama Brought my kids every time (Brought my kids every time) My mama, my mama Her and my lawyer on the TV (Who that Lady is right there, actin' like that?) That's my mama (That's my mama) My soldier, my soldier This for my mama This a special song 'cause Everybody ain't got no mama Straight up Mama