Lyrical Breakdown of Shake It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shake It" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Cardi B weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Shake It" 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 Cardi 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 Cardi B's narrative.
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Elias Beatz
Hey ladies, drop it down (Grrah)
Just wanna see you touch the ground (Grrah, grrah-grrah)
Don't be shy, girl, go Bananza (Grrah-grrah)
Shake ya' body like a belly dancer (Like, grrah)
Oh, we tryna bend on the oppas
Bitch, I'm with 300 'jects and some Flockas
Like, who hotter? Top shottas
Hoodie'd up, dread down like a Rasta
I'm Mr. Hang-Out-The-V
Tryna flock 'em, pop 'em, drop 'em
That boy—, (touch the ground)
If we don't got the—, we gon' hop 'em
Bory hop out wit' the—, tryna chop 'em {Grrah-grrah, boom}
Talk on brodie, we spin for a week
Slide with Kay, only spin for V's (Word to my mother)
Got a lil' thottie that holdin' my beam
Fuck that lil' boy who got left in a V (Rah, Rah)
Slide with two chops, it's like thirty in each
I been fiendin' and itchin' to catch a YG
And if he bunny hop, he get left in the scene {Grrah-grrah}
Nesty a bitch, nigga begged on his knees {Grrah}
Bitch, it's 300, DOA, blow for the guys
I'm on go for the guys, smoke a O with the guys
Bitch, I hang out the V with the pole, let it fly
They keep dissin' like I ain't get back, don't know why
Bitch, I'm GBG, word to your dead, word to mines
Talk on Nazzy and Berry, you must wanna die
Talk on JayRipk and deads but what happened to—?
We don't mention that boy who got turned into za'
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
I'm with the Flockas, I bet she get naked
(Walk with the 'Migos and Henny, no chasin', like)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
I'm with the Flockas, I bet she get naked
(Shorty, she buggin', she want me to spank it, like)
Ayy, you on hots? Bitch, I'm on hots too
I pull up to your window like drive-thru
Come get showered with bullets, no bridal
Put a tag on your head, I could buy you (Bah)
Like, huh? (Like, huh?), like, what? (Like, what?)
None of these bitches is tough (On gang)
I'm with the shits and it give me a rush
Shorty be lookin', think she got a crush (Oh, yeah)
I'm not a steppa', bitch, I'm a stomper
All of my opps get mixed with the grabba
Broke bitch said she was gon' touch me (Like, what?)
She lyin', hakuna matata
All the bros know I'm uppin', I'll boom for 'em (Boom)
All the opps hope heaven got room for 'em (Grrah)
Everything's dead, nothin' is friendly
Up in my Prada, up in Balenci' (Grrah-grrah, grrah)
Fuck is she thinkin'? Know that I'm sanctioned
You crazy? Bitch, I'm retarded ('Tarded)
You okay? Somethin' is wrong (Wrong)
Try to play me, you know I perform (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
I'm with the Flockas, I bet she get naked
(Walk with the 'Migos and Henny, no chasin', like)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
I'm with the Flockas, I bet she get naked
(Shorty, she buggin', she want me to spank it, like)
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy, girl, go Bananza
Shake ya' body like a belly dancer