Lyrical Breakdown of White Girls - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "White Girls" 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 "White Girls" 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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Killa, lemme tell you 'bout my wifey real quick

Had her wifed up that's what's in and shit ya dig

Tell you 'bout it

Yo, she took me out my stinkin' aces to the pinkest bracelet

Basics to basics, no way you could think I'm racist

Got a white, girl, tell you that she's quite thorough

Borough to borough, flew me through this white world

From Columbia then she moved to Canada

Now she live in Harlem, writing, you could say I manage her

Met her in '90, Jayvel was the damager

I wasn't understanding her, everyone was a friend of her

That was confusing her, he was abusing her

That wasn't new to her, bought me a luger brah'

Of course, of course, never had intercourse

Of course, of course, without her wouldn't have been a boss

I would flip for my mama, got me getting my commas

Paid for my 1st va-ca, a trip to Bahamas

Swam in the ocean, I was dishin' pirannas

That's my girl girl, yup so give her some honor

Poppa had a dream

Oh, yes he did

My pride and joy, called her butter

When she bake a cake, I told her we be lovers

She live with me right, I hide her from my mother

See she wouldn't understand I'm supplyin' the gutta, no

I let my baby hang outside with the brothers

Come back, cake on the bed, the size of the covers

Shot 5 with a sucka, another 5 with a trucker

Took a hit without paying, get a dime for my butter

That's my holy ma-momma, second only to 'ganja

But I did watch her, played Tony Montana

Here's a queelo, yep, she'll be back

For them peso's, yep, she'll be crack

Rocks so bright, money so right

I got 7 workers, she's snow white

And you know the steez, I met the ocean breeze

Killa Cam hand to hand with cocoa leafs

And it's, it's them boys, we get dough

Ask a fiend 'cause they know

And don't be shy, where to lie? Yessiry

We get high fa'sho, dipset, let's ride

Poppa had a dream

(Killa)

Poppa had a dream

Oh, yes he did

McGoo said, "That the bird's the word

But the fur Byrd gang flip bird's on curbs"

And, it's ya, homey thunny, I got a pony dummy

Phoney's clone me, calm down, I'm only money

Like Prince Akee, you the servant semi

Living Martin's dream as I burn a hemi

Not concerned with many, got my girl here

When it come to money, shit, I'm burning plenty

And poppa had a dream

Poppa had a dream

Oh, yes he did

Poppa had a dream

Oh, yes he did

And it's, it's them boys, we get dough

Ask a fiend 'cause they know

And and don't be shy, where to lie? Yessiry

We get high fa'sho, dipset, let's ride