Lyrical Breakdown of HO4ME - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "HO4ME" 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 "HO4ME" 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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Ahem I'd like to welcome y'all out To the well-anticipated Well-rejuvenated Album mode of DJ Drama Oh, yeah I'm really like that I brought a couple friends with me to show you Boogie, holla at 'em She know I go in She be like, "Where the fuck you goin'?" I tell her that I be workin' I know what she know what I be doin', yeah-yeah, uh And we be sinnin', yeah Fuckin' all in the kitchen, yeah You my wife, but I'ma treat you like a friend, yeah-yeah Uh, my girlfriend My girlfriend Creepin' on the low, I guess that's get back Fuck it then, it's over, bring my shit back She like street niggas, but she don't like what it come with Here come all of your friends again makin' they comments You get mad, spazz, we arguin' 'bout some dumb shit You get mad, spazz, we arguin' 'bout some dumb shit Okay, you right, this your show, you run shit Okay, you right, this your show, you run shit I got money on my mind, and she don't get that Shit, my shirt was Saint Laurent before the get back (before the get back) I was in the 'Burban tinted out and it was pitch black You movin' wack, nigga, fuck around and push your shit back (push your shit back) Yeah, don't you go and get your shit snatched My niggas been thirsty lately, I had to tell 'em, "Relax," mm I know some BK niggas that'll get you kidnapped And I was swervin' on my way to you to hit that Creepin' on the low, I guess that's get back Fuck it then, it's over, bring my shit back She like street niggas, but she don't like what it come with Here come all of your friends again makin' they comments You get mad, spazz, we arguin' 'bout some dumb shit You get mad, spazz, we arguin' 'bout some dumb shit Okay, you right, this your show, you run shit Okay, you right, this your show, you run shit Baby, take it slow for me, never mention "No" to me, turn into a ho for me Baby, take it slow for me, never mention "No" to me, turn into a ho for me Baby, take it slow for me, never mention "No" to me, turn into a ho for me Baby, take it slow for me, never mention "No" to me, turn into a ho for me Uh, yeah, me and my bitch, we chillin' Don't wanna come too fast, procrastinate when I'm in it I could get pussy all the time when I feel like gettin' it There's a lot up on my mind, I don't feel like dealin' with it I wanna make love to you, feelin' it You only tell me that you love me when you fill it in Put bubbles in the tub, make it interesting Even if they say you a "Dub", girl, you still a ten She know I go in She be like, "Where the fuck you goin'?" I tell her that I be workin' I know you know that you my girlfriend, yeah-yeah And we be sinnin' Fuckin' all in the kitchen, yeah You my wife, but I'ma treat you like a friend, yeah-yeah My girlfriend My girlfriend Creepin' on the low, I guess that's get back Fuck it then, it's over, bring my shit back She like street niggas, but she don't like what it come with Here come all of your friends again makin' they comments You get mad, spazz, we arguin' 'bout some dumb shit You get mad, spazz, we arguin' 'bout some dumb shit Okay, you right, this your show, you run shit Okay, you right, this your show, you run shit Baby, take it slow for me, never mention "No" to me, turn into a ho for me Baby, take it slow for me, never mention "No" to me, turn into a ho for me Baby, take it slow for me, never mention "No" to me, turn into a ho for me Baby, take it slow for me, never mention "No" to me, turn into a ho for me Gangsta Grillz Baby See, that's what I love about you You can be so wholesome Yet, still some ho-some Hahaha Boogie Wham Dram I know you like that