Lyrical Breakdown of On Gang - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "On Gang" 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 "On Gang" 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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Ayy, Young Malcolm
Woo
On gang (ayy, ayy)
On gang (ayy, ayy, bang)
On gang (woo, woo)
Had them BDs on (woo, woo, bang)
Ayy, I just pulled up in a 'Vette
Vet said I'm good lookin' (yeah, ayy, on gang)
TrackHawk 6, the color of pudding (okay)
These bitches call me puddin' (okay)
And I hang my wrist up out it (bang bang, gang, on gang)
Smokin' on the gross (dududuh)
You can not afford this shit, the gross cost the most
Don't make me call a hit, they blast out
I left I'll slide and smoke you (I say)
We slidin', we slidin', we spinnin', spinnin', let's go on roller-coaster
If I'm rollin' up then you lil niggas know what I'm smokin' (ayy)
I'm ridin' in a foreign (gang) and I don't even know where I'm goin' (ayy)
We five deep, back to back, ridin', slidin' and glidin' (skrt skrt)
The opps so broke, they playin' Duck Duck and hidin' (skrt skrt skrt)
Ten thousand on that shit, boy, you shouldn't have bought that jewelry (dududuh)
I'm ridin' 'round SRT (dududuh) seats on they period (duh, duh, duh)
Woo (skuh-duh-skuh)
On gang (woo, woo, skuh-duh-skuh, skuh-duh-skuh)
On gang (woo, woo, skuh-duh-skuh)
On gang (skuh-duh-skuh)
Ayy, at the dinner table with the Glock up on a holster
Chopper from Iran, bitch, I be hangin' with some soldiers
The blueface is the bread and the money machine the toaster
Ain't used to wanna crease my shoes now I walk on the back of 'em (ayy)
Rest in peace to Tray Savage, I'm tryna MAC something
Sellin' that dope turnt up my crack somethin'
Ridin' with that MAC, bitch, I hack a bitch
Bitch, don't call me "Keef," call me "Your Majesty"
Where the fuck your parties at? Gang'll crash the shit
Said you got a pint, bitch, we'll match that shit
Row, row your boat on a block, patchin' shit
Said she wanna smoke dope, told that bitch, "I got that shit"
Bang, bang, bang, bang
On gang (ayy)
On gang (gang)
On gang
He just bought a pint of Tris, but he ain't know it's fake
Got a chopper same size Tiny, nigga, no escape
Boy, you bet' not pull up joshin', let you hold the Drac'
I ride Forgiatos like they roller-skates
I got racks on me, nigga, no debate
Bitches say that they gay, but for me they straight
Trap house, foreign outside, we don't go on dates
Jewelry water lake, long live the greats
Ocean Prime steaks, go, go no breaks
Go Ballout, nigga, know it's go, go no breaks
They got hoe traits in they whole face
I be with some warriors, call us Golden State
Woo (woo, woo)
On gang (ayy, ayy, ayy)
On gang (woo, ayy, ayy, bang)
On gang (woo, woo)
Had them BDs on (bang)
Pussy, stay in your lane (woo, skuh-duh-skuh)
No face, no case, bitch, no names (huh)
Countin' papers, turnin' pages (turnin' pages, ayy)
Call me Chief So, the greatest (bang bang, ayy)
I'm like long live the greats, bitch (bih, bih, bih, bih)
Monkey nuts, I'm goin' ape shit (ayy ayy, bang)
Now you walk like a tail bitch (ayy, ayy, skuh-duh-skuh)
Got some gay hoes and a straight bitch (skuh-duh-skuh, ayy ayy)
I'm a king, I'm a pharaoh, ho (true, true, true true)
Pull up right by you in a Camaro, ho (true, true, true true, ayy)
Free Left Eye, Jack Sparrow, ho (ayy, ayy, ayy, gang)
I'm smokin' arms out the elbow, hoe (woo, woo)
On gang (ayy, ayy)
On gang (woo, ayy, ayy, bang)
On gang (woo, woo)
Had them BDs on (bang, woo, woo, woo)
On gang (ayy, ayy)
On gang (woo, ayy, ayy, bang)
On gang (woo, woo, bang, bang)