Lyrical Breakdown of Tree Tree - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tree Tree" 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 "Tree Tree" 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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Sosa baby, GBE, baby
Blood Gang, baby
5th Gang, baby, Sit Gang, baby, Get It Gang, baby
Leanin' Gang, baby
You know how I'm rockin', cut off stockings
Keep kush in my pocket
All designer, get ya grind up
Got a Breitling for the muthafuckin' timer
Yeah, bang, bang
All these bitches love Sosa, nigga, fuck yo 'Rari Rover
And yo bitches came over, lil nigga, game over
I don't fuck with po-poers, the po-poers are no-noer
Shawty said she like my odor, bend it over, bend it over
I got pounds of that kino and I'm a Fendi totter
I ain't gotta beat my dogs, I'ma sick this 50 on 'em
Choppa come through yeah, I went 50 on 'em
Smokin' ganja yeah, I went tree tree on 'em
You can find me in the club with the snuff, fuck the buff
Baby, this dick what you need, but I know it ain't enough
I know you want money, but I can't baby, sorry
I know better 'bout these bitches, baby I am from the projects
Pull up cowabunga, pullin' off like gnarly
Now I can fuck my forth grade teacher, Ms. Crowley
Take two days to smoke a pound, I'm Sosa Marley
And you can call me Sosa Ross, I'm Sosa-phisticated
Man, I'm still fuck your earthquake
I 'member doing drills up in broad day
I got that Worldstar like Beyonce
Now carry on, I'm gonna go my way
All these bitches love Sosa, nigga, fuck yo 'Rari Rover
And yo bitches came over, lil nigga, game over
I don't fuck with po-poers, the po-poers are no-noer
Shawty said she like my odor, bend it over, bend it over
I got pounds of that kino and I'm a Fendi totter
I ain't gotta beat my dogs, I'ma sick this 50 on 'em
Choppa come through yeah, I went 50 on 'em
Smokin' ganja yeah, I went tree tree on 'em
I went tree tree on her
Gettin' ne-ne from that lil bitch Keke on her
He love Keke, but she is a thotty on him
She just wanna have a party on her
And she be goin' on and on and on and-
Sayin' he a goofy, sayin' he ain't nothin'
And I be like o-kay, o-kay, o-kay
I'mma push him button, no it ain't no ridin'
Call me Sosa Big Pun, call me Sosa Fat Joe
Call my Ruger Remy Ma, call me Sosa Papoose
Shootin' everythin' from A to Z, alphabet coupe
All these bitches love Sosa, nigga, fuck yo 'Rari Rover
And yo bitches came over, lil nigga, game over
I don't fuck with po-poers, the po-poers are no-noer
Shawty said she like my odor, bend it over, bend it over
I got pounds of that kino and I'm a Fendi totter
I ain't gotta beat my dogs, I'ma sick this 50 on 'em
Choppa come through yeah, I went 50 on 'em
Smokin' ganja yeah, I went tree tree on 'em