Lyrical Breakdown of Side - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Side" 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 "Side" 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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Gang, gang
Bang, bang
You know how I'm rockin' like cut off stockings, nigga
Kush in my pockets, nigga
All designer, get your grind up, got a Breitling for the timer, nigga
Ay I'm from that side, where niggas die at
Me, I ain't playin', got my pistol on my side
Pull up on my side bitch, with my side bitch
And I got some money with me, I got from outside
Bitch I'm from Southside, the Southside projects
Pull up with a Big Mac, large fry on the side
Live by the gun, die, yeah none of that squad shit
Pull up where you live, fuck the cops, call the SWAT
I ain't got a lie, I'm blowin' at the SWAT
I'm blowin' at your honour, I'm blowin' at your squad
Pistol on my side, and I'm quick to draw it
Ye ain't wanna die, ye ain't even know it
Pull up on some factories, my son ride foreign
We both ride Ls, all the bitches know it
Pull up on you flexin', blow you like Ginobli
I don't need Shaq, I think that I'm Kobe
Your main bitch slow, me call my side bitch
She wanna pull up on me, that's someone you ride or die with
I ain't got the time, shit, I be on my side shit
Pull up on my money with my Glock
Like don't ask why, bitch
Ay I'm from that side, where niggas die at
Me, I ain't playin', got my pistol on my side
Pull up on my side bitch, with my side bitch
And I got some money with me, I got from outside
Bitch I'm from Southside, the Southside projects
Pull up with a Big Mac, large fry on the side
Live by the gun, die, yeah none of that squad shit
Pull up where you live, fuck the cops, call the SWAT
(Frrr bee) That's me callin' on the guap
(Woo woo) That's them callin' on the cops
(Skee skee) That's me all up on your thot
(Beep beep) Pullin' off up on your thot
(Vroom vroom) Watch me pull up to the Glock
(Boom boom) When I pull up with the guap
(Doom doom) How I pull up with the drum
(Bang bang) Fuckin' yo bitch in my Louis swim trunks
Pull up on you flexin'
Jewelry cost a Beamer, Lexus
Boy, your shit look pretty, ya heavy
Pull up ridin' reckless, me, I ain't had shit
So I'ma get it, ya get me?
Ay I'm from that side, where niggas die at
Me, I ain't playin', got my pistol on my side
Pull up on my side bitch, with my side bitch
And I got some money with me, I got from outside
Bitch I'm from Southside, the Southside projects
Pull up with a Big Mac, large fry on the side
Live by the gun, die, yeah none of that squad shit
Pull up where you live, fuck the cops, call the SWAT