Lyrical Breakdown of Old Heads And Regretful Hoes - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Old Heads And Regretful Hoes" 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 "Old Heads And Regretful Hoes" 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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(Zaytoven)
Ayy, it's always that one, goddamnit
Old head on the block
Thought he was gonna be in this shit forever
You know
Lot of the hoes
Yeah, they want your DM, want your name
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
I'ma tell that ho
Bitch, you remember when you flexed? (Flexed)
Now you see a young nigga with that check
Flexin' on a ho like I got abs (abs)
I ain't from the A, but these fuck niggas crabs (crabs)
In New York eatin' on halal (halal)
Brought the big Glock, the big Glock go "ba-dow"
I ain't Ricky, but I got a smile (smile)
Real white bitch at the crib, feel like Get Out (get Out)
Nigga, you remember when you said (said)
Young niggas ain't gon' never get no bread
Niggas put the metal to your head
Fake page'll tell a ho shit I never would have said
Lemon tree in the front yard (yard)
I don't know why, but I'ma make some lead
Feel like Ice Cube, gettin' head
She ate the shit up 'fore we made it to the bed (bed)
I don't fuck with niggas, niggas feds (bitch)
Don't come at me tryna get a nigga hit
I'll still pop like a zit (pop)
Get a million on my face, like I'm Richie Rich (pop, pop, pop)
Niggas think they slicky-slick
Put the beam on your ass, nigga, get litty, bitch
I used to be a young idiot
The car hold more horses than an Indian (skrrt)
50 shots from many men
Marchin' on niggas like the Bud Billiken (skrrt)
'Member my first bulletin (skrrt)
I know the opps so mad, they put a bullet in it
Shit I got you, couldn't get it (woo)
Granny worked for that money, so she wouldn't spend it
Had to grow up to really get it
Always wearin' shit and I couldn't really fit it
You know we got good dope
You know we got good dope (you know we got the cookie)
You know we got good dope (you know)
You know we got good dope (ayy, yeah)
You know I smoke good dope
You know I smoke good dope (woo, woo)
You know I smoke good dope (woo, woo, bitch, you know)
You know I smoke good dope (woo, woo)
You know I smoke good dope
You know I smoke good dope (woo)
Bitch, you know I got good dope
You know I got good dope (uh, yeah)
You know you want the good dope (uh, yeah)
You wanna smoke the good dope (uh, yeah)
You know I got good dope
You know I keep the good dope, yuh, yuh