Lyrical Breakdown of I Love That - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Love That" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Bun B weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Love That" 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 Bun B 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 Bun B's narrative.
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I love that shit
I love that shit, I love that shit
It's goin' down like it always do
I'm about to hit 'em front row, front door with the crew
I pull up to vallet in the '09 cedes ('09 cedes)
And turn the heads of all the fly ladies (fly ladies)
I let the doors out, then let the doors up
Step out the car, now the whole world slows up
I show up like a certified pro
Lookin' like slow motion when I heads to the door (to the door)
I walk right pass the line to the rope
Everybody fall back to the motherfuckin' pole
Its not even a question if I'm fittin' to bring the strap in
They tried to pad me down but it ain't about to happen
Head to the bar all eyes on B the, (on B the)
From the haters and the fly mommacitas (mommacitas)
And trust me man when the club this thick
You ain't even gotta ask, I love this shit
The club is packed the bottles is poppin' (the bottles is poppin')
We make it rain when the models is boppin' (I love that shit)
Ladies shakin' their backs
And all the players in the place is catchin' heart attacks, come on (I love that shit)
Hey yo DJ turn it up (I love that shit)
You gotta B then lets burn it up (burn it up)
You know we do it B-I-G so come and holla at a player in the V-I-P
UGK we in the house fo sho
We bout to crank this thing up, yeah, you already know (you already know)
We're in the club lookin' like new money
Put your stunner shades on 'cause the ice too sunny (too sunny)
Me and my partners posted up at the bar
And we 'bout to buy it out for the price of your car (huh)
All the ace of spades all the rosette
All the syrup and white patron okay (okay)
Sent it out ice buckets by the dozen (dozen)
I pass em out to my dogs and my cousins (cousins)
The whole club full of smoke and we buzzin' (buzzin')
Its goin' down and man you thought it wasn't
Movin' through the club like a Tonka line
See the baddest lil' mama legs long and fine
And she like I love your rope, is solid gold or hollow B
I'll tell you in the V.I.P mommy follow me
The club is packed the bottles is poppin' (the bottles is poppin')
We make it rain when the models is boppin' (I love that shit)
Ladies shakin' their backs
And all the players in the place is catchin' heart attacks, come on (I love that shit)
Hey yo DJ turn it up (I love that shit)
You gotta B then lets burn it up (burn it up)
You know we do it B-I-G so come and holla at a player in the V-I-P
No party like a trill ass party
'Cause a trill ass party don't stop (don't stop)
Ain't no shorty like a trill ass shorty
'Cause a trill ass shorty goin' drop (goin' drop)
Go drop it down low to the flow make it pop (make it pop)
I wanna watch you wobble show me what you got (what you got)
Now goin' work that (work that) and twerk that (twerk that)
Now jiggle it around maybe jerk that (jerk that)
Now toot it up (toot it up), and boot it up (boot it up)
I'm cocked and loaded, I'ma shoot it up (shoot up)
Now grind it (grind it), wind it (wind it)
Now back it up while I get behind it (behind it)
Now go ahead and do your thing girl (girl)
Let it loose, let it go, let it hang girl (girl)
Now shake what your momma gave you for daddy (daddy)
And you can ride shotgun in the caddy (come on)
The club is packed the bottles is poppin' (the bottles is poppin')
We make it rain when the models is boppin' (I love that shit)
Ladies shakin' their backs
And all the players in the place is catchin' heart attacks, come on (I love that shit)
Hey yo DJ turn it up (I love that shit)
You gotta B then lets burn it up (burn it up)
You know we do it B-I-G so come and holla at a player in the V-I-P