Lyrical Breakdown of Girls, Cash, Cars - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Girls, Cash, Cars" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Cam'ron weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Girls, Cash, Cars" 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 Cam'ron 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 Cam'ron's narrative.

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Trumpets please

I wanna welcome everybody to

Killa season

Dip, dip, dip

Come and fuck with the set

Dip, dip, dip

Come and fuck with the set

They tried to play us

But they can't fade us

A bunch of haters

But we the greatest

That mighty dip

Fuckin' set

Show a G respect, my weed connect

Got it growing like Chia Pets

So, come and deal wit the kids

We ballin', big baby

You know I'm strapped for the drama

Afghan to Harlem, clap his Mama

Homeboy, don't ask for the ganja

No way, hey, I relax in a sauna

Lay back, lay back, where the cake at?

ASAP, ASAP, I replay that

They wack, he not, we hot

We got 3 glocks, right where they lay at

Got what's left to twist

Diamonds surround my wrist

Y'all all fiends, Spalding couldn't bounce like this

Yo yo, don't fuck with the po-po

Oh, no, I'm 'bout that dough doe

Juelz, he fuck with the cocoa

Niggaz going loco, that's a no-no

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, it's dipest

Oh no, row boats, coke float sand hit decks

So, come and deal wit the kids

We ballin', big baby

Flashin' bras

The world is ours

Them classic cars plus girls, cash and cars

Cash and cars, girls, cash and cars

Girls, cash, cars, girls, cash and cars, cash and cars, cars

So, come and deal wit the kids

We ballin', big baby

Y'all really wanna get this started?

We all can act retarded

Ya heart has been darted

Bombarded, departed

Ma, ya pussy stink

It been underseas

Here's a Douche bag

Hot rag, summers eve

Yes, a hot bath, run, run, run it, please

You hummin' G's?

Through ya dungarees

Don't maneuver there

Here's a souvenir

Washing set, kit

Bitch, for ya pubic hairs

Beat it, ain't no losers here

Ma, tryna move up here

Send my dick down there

That's with scuba gear

And she eat out

While she takin' deep cock

Eaves drop, need not, cam walker needs not

And my game's so tight

And my aim's so right

In a range all white

Entertain more dykes

All they say all night is

But 'cha brain, maayne

Will be like my chain on ice

But my chain, maaayne

It look like a rainbow sight

So, come and deal wit the kids

We ballin', big baby

Flashin' bras

The world is ours

Them classic cars plus girls, cash and cars

Cash and cars, girls, cash and cars

Girls, cash, cars, girls, cash and cars, cash and cars, cars

So, come and deal wit the kids

We ballin', big baby

Dip, dip, dip

Come and fuck with the set

Dip, dip, dip

Come and fuck with the set

Dip, dip, dip

Come and fuck with the set

Dip, dip, dip

Come and fuck with the set

So, come and deal wit the kids

We ballin', big baby