Lyrical Breakdown of No Flex Zone (Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "No Flex Zone (Remix)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Busta Rhymes weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "No Flex Zone (Remix)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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No flex zone
No flex zone
They know betta
They know betta
(J-Doe)
I ride back on it, it's yo boy Yung Freshie
Wabbin' at the door, no guess me
These hoes lookin' at me desperate
Hate niggas betta find an exit
Pockets full of dollars on my check list
Wobble like a muthafuckin' fresh prince
Broke niggas ain't want respect then
And these hoes only get rejection
I got yo bitch last night
And tomorrow I'm ready for the next one
I'm next, yo dawg, yo bitch, she off it
She see me, she fall, these hoes ain't loyal
When a rich nigga want her
And a rich nigga need
That only leave one spot for 'er
That broke nigga to beat, hold up!
No flex zone
No flex zone
They know betta
They know betta
(OT Genesis)
These niggas be talkin' that shit
Like I won't pull a pistol out and make them 'yeee'
Initially mane, cause I'm in the game
So niggas is like 'who is he?!'
Finnessin' and juggin', you're damn right I'm cookin'
Death to the suckheads, the federal lookin'
Roll with the burner, cause we don't play fair
Two on yo head like we countin' yo hair
Bitch, I am tellin' you niggas
Yes, I am your father, you trip, I'mma pop (praaa)
I'm holdin' my bandz with diamonds that's blue
As the white, now you think I'mma cop
Damn right I'mma cop, I'mma cop me a benz
Cop me a who?! Cause I don't do friends
She don't do right, then I'm fuckin' her friend
That's what happen when it ain't one hunit with G
No flex zone, cause I'm all about mill
You can't go Hollywood in Beverly Hills
No flex zone
No flex zone
They know betta
They know betta
(Busta Rhymes)
She did a flex so hard until a bitch gil'
Everything about me is a big deal
Lay yo ass down and flex that pussy
On a dick shatter, tell me how the dick feel
When I'm in the building, shit done get real
Do you think I need to tell ya click chill?!
You and yo whole team, ain't like niggas who got and get served?!
On the strip, cause you niggas pop pills
You got milk? Well, I got mills
You niggas got a deal? Well, I got deals
Cut the mansion, put it on top of the mountain
Bought another one up in the hills
No flex zone, two techs, chrome
Quadruplex homes, you vexed? So...
Who's next? Those
Who think that you the best? No
Suplex hoes, tryna flex in a no flex zone
With the dick
No flex zone
No flex zone
They know betta
They know betta