Lyrical Breakdown of 3Hunna - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "3Hunna" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Chief Keef weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "3Hunna" 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 Chief Keef employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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(Young Chop on the beat)
Sosa, baby
You know I'm rockin', baby
GBE, baby, O'block
Bang, bang
Nigga, I'm 3hunna, bang
I'm coolin' with my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga, I'm 3hunna
Click-clack, pow, now he runnin'
Don't be fucking with my youngins
Them niggas be drummin', they take your ass down
Shit, we need them bricks or somethin'
Keep this shit one hunna, I keep this shit 3hunna
I pull up in that Audi, you pull up in that Honda
A fuck nigga don't wanna be it (no, no)
I like my bitch conceited (my bitch conceited)
I'm Sosa, bitch, Chief Keef (Sosa Baby, yeah)
My gun, don't make me beat it (bang, bang)
I'm coolin' with my young niggas (with my young niggas)
A lot of kush, a lot of guns, nigga (a lot of guns, nigga)
You see you us, you better run, nigga (better run, nigga)
Bullets hot like the sun, nigga (pow!)
She like Sosa, I'm a big fan (I'm a big fan)
Bitch, I'm leanin' like a kickstand (kickstand)
I'm high, I'm smokin' ganja (smokin' ganja)
Fuck a Tooka gang bitch, I'm 3hunna (bang, bang, bang)
I'm coolin' with my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga, I'm 3hunna
Click-clack, pow, now he runnin'
Don't be fucking with my youngins
Them niggas be drummin', they take your ass down
Shit, we need them bricks or somethin'
Keep this shit one hunna, I keep this shit 3hunna
I pull up in that Audi, you pull up in that Honda (Sosa, word up?)
Nah, a fuck nigga don't want that gun play
Set 'em up, have 'em dead by Monday
Kush, blunts and the ashtray
We getting cash, and we get that shit the fast way
I keep that shit 3hunna (3hunna)
SOD, young monna
A fuck nigga don't wanna trap me (damn)
I'm on a highway, 20 pounds a high rim (damn)
That shit like Soulja Boy, ya icy
Standing in the club in my white tee
A fuck nigga don't wanna fight me (nah)
I grab that AK and aim in their mouthpiece (bang, bang, bang-bang)
I'm coolin' with my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga, I'm 3hunna
Click-clack, pow, now he runnin'
Don't be fucking with my youngins
Them niggas be drummin', they take your ass down
Shit, we need them bricks or somethin'
Keep this shit one hunna, I keep this shit 3hunna
I pull up in that Audi, you pull up in that Honda