Lyrical Breakdown of Another One (feat. Fabolous & Red Cafe) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Another One (feat. Fabolous & Red Cafe)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how E-40 weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Another One (feat. Fabolous & Red Cafe)" 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 E-40 employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Ay, you know I keep a bankroll, but I'm finna get another one
And I'm finna get another one
You know I keep a bad bitch, watch me get another one
Watch me get another one
I threw back three shots, and I'm finna get another one
And I'm finna get another one
You know I keep a bankroll, and I'm finna get another one
Yeah, I'm finna get another one
Every hour is happy hour and my vision is smeared
I'm on this Moscow Mule, vodka and ginger beer
I got a blunt in my ear and a rubber band full of commas
A couple of packs of the dank, some cookies, Runts, and some Mambas
Prepare for the drama, and I stay noided and spooked
Never know who don't like you, you never know who gon' shoot
A nigga bitch could be a fan of a nigga, I'm 'bout my money
No wonder did that ho ass nigga be actin' hella funny
I'll punch a sucka in his mouth (What else?)
Knock his tooth out,
Make him look like a cook at the Waffle House (The Waffle House?)
I remember sleepin' on the couch in an empty house
Waitin' for my plug to show up for three days during a drought (Wow)
Whole ones, half a unit and quarters
Nothin' in my name, I paid my bill with money orders
Hella people that I looked up to let me down, they hurt my heart
They disappointed, turned into fuckin' clowns, BIATCH!
Ay, you know I keep a bankroll, but I'm finna get another one
And I'm finna get another one
You know I keep a bad bitch, watch me get another one
Watch me get another one
I threw back three shots, and I'm finna get another one
And I'm finna get another one
You know I keep a bankroll, and I'm finna get another one
Yeah, I'm finna get another one
Look, you'll never shine like Diddy until you hustle like Puff
And don't be out here tryna flex if your muscle ain't buff
Look, I'm 'bout to get another one, enough ain't enough
Bustdown on each wrist, I had enough of them cuffs
I figure it's time to ball, we done suffered enough
To grow up wantin' everything and havin' nothin' be rough
From where the big bad wolf will huff and he'll puff
And he'll blow your house down, goes down like countdowns, nigga
Catchin' plays, different routes now, nigga
I'm chasin' paper, you just chasin' clout 'round, nigga
They ear-hustle, can't run your mouth 'round niggas
And pocket-watch, so careful who you count 'round, nigga
And hoes'll get colder than a freezer on you (Freezer on you)
The one who knew you best'll catch amnesia on you
Got another one and she just wanna bounce, that, ass
Ay, you know I keep a bankroll, but I'm finna get another one
And I'm finna get another one
You know I keep a bad bitch, watch me get another one
Watch me get another one
I threw back three shots, and I'm finna get another one
And I'm finna get another one
You know I keep a bankroll, and I'm finna get another one
Yeah, I'm finna get another one
I'm the gift that keeps on givin', this fixture stay on the move
About my business like Jews, sell alcohol and sell booze
A good example for my people, I'm polished and gamed up
I don't leave the crib without havin' my pistol tucked
Bitch, I'm a street nigga, my nigga, chitlin, hog maw and tripe
Barbecue burnings and biscuit, ox tails, gravy and rice (Rice)
All my fuckin' life I've been a factor (Factor)
And I gotta remind you niggas that bad bitches matter
Don't let a good one get away, better wife her up hella quick
'Cause you gon' be hella mad when she
Suckin' on the homie's dick (For real)
I'm global not local, I'm coast to coast, you niggas stuck in the box
You four blocks, you and your folks (What they call you?)
They call me Mr. Gas the Most, the people's host (People's host)
I'm done with bein' broke, broke up with broke (Broke up with broke)
Used to rent but now I got a house note
Used to sell dope but now this hustler sell hope (Sell hope)
Ay, you know I keep a bankroll, but I'm finna get another one
And I'm finna get another one
You know I keep a bad bitch, watch me get another one
Watch me get another one
I threw back three shots, and I'm finna get another one
And I'm finna get another one
You know I keep a bankroll, and I'm finna get another one
Yeah, I'm finna get another one