Lyrical Breakdown of This Christmas - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "This Christmas" 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 "This Christmas" 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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This Christmas I'ma send this out to my niggas locked up My
Niggas in Hunts, my niggas in DC,
Out in Angola My niggas in the fed joint (
Won't be like the others) I know you're prayin', nigga,
Straight up [Chorus] This Christmas won't be like the others (
Won't be like the others) Bells'll
Still be ringin', children still be singin' (
Songs) But it won't be the same at all (
Why?) '
Cause I done let my people down Prison walls, they closin' in (
In) Try my best to shed no tears (
None) But they fall when holidays get here,
This Christmas [Verse 1] They just
Gave lil' Bobby 40 'fore Christmas time (
Damn, Bobby) Brought his baby mama to tears right 'fore Christmas
Time And it's niggas on the street,
They barely pick up the line His dawg who ridin' with him for real,
He fightin' a dime This the life and times Don't
Get a visit, he ready to fight, G a crash dummy (
Real crash) And he got some niggas gon' listen to him,
Who'll crash for him Last year he was ballin',
Know he the name all them hoes was callin' for Got his time,
Now they doggin' woe,
He sleep on 'signment so We both look out
The window as the Christmas carol jingle (
Man) Holiday spirits got us freakin', wanna mingle (
What up, girl?), and tangle (
Tangle) It's Christmas time,
So girl don't be no stranger God like
This was what you get for bein' a gangster (
Gangster) (
That's cold, you heard me?
) [Chorus] This Christmas won't be like the others (
Won't be like the others) Bells'll
Still be ringin', children still be singin' (
Songs) But it won't be the same at all (
Won't be the same at all) '
Cause I done let my people down Prison walls, they closin' in (
In) Try my best to shed no tears (
Man) But they fall when holidays get here,
This Christmas [Verse 2] It got some people ain't gon' get much for
Christmas, huh It got some people ain't gon' get nothin' for
Christmas, Lord I miss my kids, I need the weed for Christmas (
I need the weed for Christmas) Two niggas
On side me ain't even believe in Christmas (
Oh Lord) So I light me a stick, get on the phone,
Talk to my bitch Then I go jump in the shower and play with my dick
Push-ups when I jump out that bitch After that,
Go chop it up with the clique I got the tooly,
You know it's gon' hit Yeah, I got the tooly,
You know it's gon' hit But I'd rather a bitch who taste just like a
Tuna Open the mail, it's a letter from Ruger We both on a body,
They say he my shooter I'm tellin' them how these lil' hoes They been
Runnin' and fuckin' with niggas who we wanna shoot up Come on her
Hard, no one smoother and cooler Chains on my neck like I got me a
Jeweler Big old respect,
Talkin' Telly and Boosie And my thug nigga hauled off and loose it
This shit fucked up [Chorus] This
Christmas won't be like the others (
This for my niggas doin' 20 and 30 years and shit,
Ain't got no outdate) Bells'll still
Be ringin', children still be singin' (
Free BG, niggas in Angola, C-Murder) But it won't be the same at all (
Niggas in San Quentin) '
Cause I done let my people down (
Free Tooly, nigga, niggas in the feds,
Free Flava) Prison walls, they closin' in (
Kentucky, free Craig, niggas in Texas) Try my best to shed no tears (
Niggas down the road) But they fall
When holidays get here, this Christmas (
All my niggas down the road, nigga, yeah) [Outro] Hold your head,
Nigga Don't get a visit, he ready to crash Hold your head,
Nigga Work on your case if you go to the bed Savage Holidays (
Hold your head,
Lil Titan) You gotta stay strong on them holidays, for real