Lyrical Breakdown of Come on Now - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Come on Now" 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 "Come on Now" 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.
- 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 Chief Keef's narrative.
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Parked the foreign in a handicap
Get a ticket, pay that shit
Spend that money
Make that shit
I was in Broward county
Late as shit
What's the tab
Chains on, feel like fab
Make her feel this wrath
Make her catch a cab
Imma go my path
Imma roll my half
I don't like to kick it
Nigga come on now
I don't like to kick it
In my pockets bitches
I spin her no fidget
And my chips got ridges
Speedin' over bridges
Need that crispy chicken
For my ugly days
I do pretty spendin'
For I don't feel like did Diddy gettin' kitty in your city
Foenem got my 50 if you got a problem with me
All this power feel like 50 you want me nigga come and get me
You can call me Sosa Cannon Lion got them drummers with me
Filet mignon
Cheese, nachos
I need combos
Too much, I know
100s, 50s
Gimme
You hear me
You so silly
Run up the millis
Parked the foreign in a handicap
Get a ticket, pay that shit
Spend that money
Make that shit
I was in Broward county
Late as shit
What's the tab
Chains on, feel like fab
Make her feelings rev
Make her catch a cab
Imma go my path
Imma roll my half
I don't like to kick it
Nigga come on now
Fucking with me
They gon bring them hemis
Hollow tips, cracking all your chips
All my dogs fighting like I'm Michael Vick
Got a condo in Atlanta, where I fuck my bitch
Fuck my bitch
Where I fuck your bitch
Thirty six diamonds shine like MJ's pants
And my gang be off the wall but I don't wear no vans
Get your mans 'fore I cut off his hands
I got hoes in every city
Gotta wool for every season
I leave all my bitches fiending
Coz I leave that pussy leaking
Got a big Bentley and a G Wagon fuck your Jeep
Bitch I'm finally rich like that nigga Chief Keef
Parked the foreign in a handicap
Get a ticket, pay that shit
Spend that money
Make that shit
I was in Broward county
Late as shit
What's the tab
Chains on, feel like fab
Make her feelings rev
Make her catch a cab
Imma go my path
Imma roll my half
I don't like to kick it
Nigga come on now