Lyrical Breakdown of Andale - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how DJ Drama weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Andale" 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 DJ Drama 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 DJ Drama's narrative.

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Quality Street Music I'm Really Like That DJ Drama (grab the-, grab the-, grab the-, grab the-) Grab the Drac' (Drac') Somebody dyin' today (die) I had to find a play Like Andale I put the K to his face Niggas ain't come to play New Lamborghini hit the gas and I'm gone (skrrt) Big stone my pinky, I ain't do nothin' wrong Fuck 'round get stepped on, you made the wrong song (stepped on) Fuck 'round get stepped on you made the wrong song (hey, hey, hey, hey) Got on a Sky-Dweller but still got no time time I just burnt up her head like a hitter (gone) My whole team shine, fuck talkin' bout it I done showed you lil' niggas I'm realer (yeah) I been in this mode that's why my pocket overload And anything fake I expose, Moncler a lil' cold My jeweler iced me out like whoa (whoa) They look at my shit like them goals Louis V on the side of my boots I'm drippin' in sauce so I'm sticky like glue (saucy) Never lackin', pistol packin' If I clutch it, I'ma up it like Bloccboy and shoot (bah) Yeah, BWA on my chain, I'm full of codeine Dang, I done relapsed again (woo) Bread Gang on my veins, I'm in my own lane Fuck it I done reset the game I weigh the back end on the scale Show prices like bales now Fuck it, I trap off the stage (trap) I get 'em same number as my age Money come in too many ways, my mind in a maze (whoa) I ain't got not time to just waste Tri-color the face, I'm on a whole 'nother phase Got niggas that stuck in they ways They still in the trap (what?), scrapin' the pot like a graze (Grab the-, grab the-) Grab the Drac' (Drac') Somebody dyin' today (die) I had to find a play Like Andale I put the K to his face Niggas ain't come to play New Lamborghini hit the gas and I'm gone (skrrt) Big stone my pinky, I ain't do nothin' wrong Fuck 'round get stepped on, you made the wrong song (stepped on) Fuck 'round get stepped on you made the wrong song (you made the wrong song, nigga) Young nigga caught him a case and he beat it My opp he ain't breathin', I go feed the needy Don't do a post, he a ghost, he ain't breathin' Necklace the water, my wrist is the Fiji Bought it, ain't lease it, penthouse at the Seasons My plug a secret, the bricks Indonesian Cool with the teachin', I guess I'ma lead 'em Nigga my kid, if he play I'ma beat 'em My pockets stuffed with the green, I'm a vegan Go try your luck and you gon' meet a demon Nigga ain't tough he gon' duck when I see 'em Fuckin' that slut, I don't cuff and I mean it Two-thou' lil' cup, expensive drugs when they leanin' Ratchet like fiendin' put switches on Ninas Don't go and subpoena, got mops, we the cleaners She like my demeanor, she know I don't need her I'm in the back like the president Bullet proof Cadillac, I get 'em whacked with no evidence No we ain't settlin', I know I'm better than Watch what you tellin' me, I up the felony Niggas hatin' and I see the jealousy Out the vacant we trappin' like Medellin Bitch, I'm poppin', you pop it I'll make a scene Catch a body, that young nigga made the team Dope or the pills, my mans he got it I'm in it, ain't rent it, I spend it, I buy it I keep a nigga with a stick outside You don't want smoke put your pride to the side Nigga he'll die, he'll die, he'll die In the G5 when I go in the sky Ain't runnin' them millions up? Somebody lied (Grab the-, grab the-, grab the-, grab the-) Grab the Drac' (Drac') Somebody dyin' today (die) I had to find a play Like Andale I put the K to his face Niggas ain't come to play New Lamborghini hit the gas and I'm gone (skrrt) Big stone my pinky, I ain't do nothin' wrong Fuck 'round get stepped on, you made the wrong song (stepped on) Fuck 'round get stepped on you made the wrong song (Gangsta Grillz)