Lyrical Breakdown of Vouch - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Vouch" 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 "Vouch" 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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It won't be long
'Til them lil' niggas come home
Who gon' get stepped on
Murder one, murder two, murder three, murder four
Murder five, murder six, murder seven, uh
You know what's happening
These niggas be duckin' me, yeah, scared of me, yeah
Go get a gun for me, yeah, see me, they run from me, yeah
Hit everybody up, you know how we play it
Murder one, murder two, uh, caught the third one in the hood
Caught the fourth one slippin' on his shit
Fifth and sixth, caught in South Baton Rouge, yeah
You want my head? (Yeah) I want your head
But, bitch, I don't shoot for the leg
I'm paintin' the whole fuckin' city red
Got the streets askin', "Who did that?"
"Why you did that?" what I ask myself
You beefin'? Uh, honey, love
Hundred rounds, rental car
Shootin' straight, drive the car
Word around town, they gon' lay a nigga down
They ain't heard a shot yet, these niggas scared
These niggas scared, man
Shootin' round for round, another body, blam, down
'Cause this nigga chessin' for his homeboy, damn
My city gon' vouch for me
Ready, we lurkin', they ready to hit 'em up (It's on now)
Block to block, we let off shots
Come back around, make sure they drown
Me a top shotta, me a murder them, go ask 'em, they gon' vouch
And when it's wartime, they scared of them
They won't come out the house (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They gon' vouch for me (Why I?), they gon' vouch (They gon' vouch)
They gon' vouch for me (Uh-uh), they gon' vouch
When you ask about me (Go ask), I run 'em down (I run 'em down)
Go and ask about me (Why I?), and they gon' vouch
Look
Run up and hit 'em and tell 'em, "Drop that"
The gun cocked back where the block at
I'm gettin' knots off of rock in the Pyrex
Was on lock but came back to the block, yes
Steady lurkin' with a MAC, I'm finna pop shit
Collect call, oh, they know where the opp at
We catch 'em slippin', toe tag 'em, he drop back
Hang out the window, they remember I'm a monster (I'm a monster)
The city know what I did, run down on him, it ain't a problem
Go ask my mama'n'em
Block for block, hit up they spot, chop up his partners'n'em
Glock for Glock, put bullets in socks
Lay down in the box, get shot tryna plot on him
Knock him out his Timbs
When it's wartime in the hood (Time in the hood)
Believe me, they gon' vouch for me (Vouch for me)
Yeah, they gon' vouch for me (Vouch for me)
Stick by stick, bitch, brick by brick
He get hit in his shit, that's on my seed
Go ask about the three
And they gon' vouch for me (Why I?)
Ready, we lurkin', they ready to hit 'em up (It's on now)
Block to block, we let off shots
Come back around, make sure they drown
Me a top shotta, me a murder them, go ask 'em, they gon' vouch
And when it's wartime, they scared of them
They won't come out the house (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They gon' vouch for me (Why I?), they gon' vouch (They gon' vouch)
They gon' vouch for me (Uh-uh), they gon' vouch
When you ask about me (Go ask), I run 'em down (I run 'em down)
Go and ask about me (Why I?), and they gon' vouch
All my street niggas, they gon' vouch for me
Texas, they gon' vouch for me
Louisiana, they gon' vouch for me
West Coast, they gon' vouch for me
East Coast, they gon' vouch for me
Real niggas, they gon' vouch for me
Real bitches, they gon' vouch for me