Lyrical Breakdown of Momma Taught Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Momma Taught Me" 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 "Momma Taught Me" 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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A yo we bussin and bussin like tha banger buss
No we don't run for the olympics, but tha flame with us
We got that tussin, that scummy, and that angel dust,
So pick yo high i will supply and correct change is what's up
We come to cussin, we bussin like this thang for us, you niggaz is sleepas mane,
You can't hang with us.
I gotta bitch who speak spanglish,
She keep her bangles danglin and the cocaine is right up in her anus.
O wayne! is right up in the spot where he supposed to be
Got hova in tha game, but now he coachin me
But i been a champion, happy as i ever been
Lampin in tha hamptons like what tha fuck is a hammock?
The chef up in the kitchen like, what tha fuck is a sammich
I'm like we gotta find middle ground, we need balance
Challenge me, that be to my advantage, im outstandin
Like standin outside up in a twister and walkin not damaged
Standin outside up in a blizzard and walkin high handed
Servin nickel packs in iraq, bet i will not panic
Swerve the nickel black, if i wreck, bet i will not panic
Cop anotha one the next day and drive it crazier
Seats i'll be lazier, shit'll be gravier, nina serafina my gurl so that i baby her
Wavin her at two crazyl, fugazees, i'm too brazey
3 brazey's deep, we got 380's in p.a.
9's, 9's, m10's, m1's and 12 gauges, shell cases, money put up for jail cases, bail making
Ma momma say, tuck ya chain son, they'll take it
I hit her wit one o'dem stale faces lyk, i'll be damned momma, they know who i am momma
I'm still ya little boi, but to them i'm tha man momma
Fuck wit ya boi mane, holly grove tha hood nigga, tho it in ya face tell you get dat understood