Lyrical Breakdown of Pawn Star - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pawn Star" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how De La Soul weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Pawn Star" 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 De La Soul 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 De La Soul's narrative.

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The following explicit content in this song by "Pawn Star" Are not necessarily the views expressed by De La Soul But they understand Execute porn star now Pawn star You like that? Pawn star I think she like that Check it, pussy got me wide open, writin' the love notes Butt naked, strippin' out of her trench coat Got me hittin' high notes, pitchin' a deep throat Bitch be suckin' niggas car door Yo, I broke my piggy bank just to see that pussy stank Smelly in Africa then Africa, whoa I know Like you know when you spendin' them hundred dollar notes We box triangles all angles Yo, throw her on the table Shell No, I tie her with a phone cable Bound her by her wrists and ankles I bust right off Pun and Abel Yo, actin' like we're kidnappers stabbin' the mouth with two dicks Take a couple of new flicks Click... click give up the money bitch Had her backin' it up, smackin' it up Yo, we fucked till the sun came up Pown star, hey there special lady do what you do Cause I don't care what they say to you See you're my pown star You're beautiful to me in every little way A very special lady, pown star Rather doggy style than missionary You very, very... very, very... very beautiful (pown star) You're a superstar to me and you came into my life (pown star) Many years ago you made me feel so good You knew that when no one understood Cause you're my pawn star Hay, hey, hey, hey uh And you could never be my wife, trick Yo I reign supreme, champion back off Shorty's a five start porner Turn tricks, wants some dicks inside her Work the spread eagle like National Enquirer Pussy lips grips the neck of Coke bottles And turn style will have you nibblin' on a nipple All of a sudden out came the shackel Shell ain't go no problem with You can be my Pown star Pown star Pown star Pown star You wanna fuck me? You wanna fuck me, bitch? Someone told me to leave this message when they think of "Pawn Star"