Lyrical Breakdown of Hunedz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hunedz" 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 "Hunedz" 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.
- 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 E-40's narrative.
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Yeah, my nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
No periods, all commas
No ones in my stacks, these 100s
I can give it to ya if you want it
Nigga if you got it then flaunt it
I started with a teaspoon
Now I'm a tycoon
Keep it lit like a full moon
Street sweeper [?]
I started with nothing, all of a sudden I'm something
My jewelry be bustin', showcasin', flossin' and stuntin'
My woofers be subbin', I know they know that I'm comin'
You might want to hide her or glue your hand to your woman
My big ol' G's be shinin', [?]
My lil niggas be grindin', and they be shootin' and fightin'
I tell 'em stop all the violence, mama's at funerals cryin'
The P's be poppin' and the mac be multiplyin'
Bitch, these is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
Makin' all kinds of paper in my sleep
Gotta stay with your stapler, play for keep
Don't wanna be seven days, I can't be week/weak
Never know who out there plottin' tryna sneak
I be blowin' purple haze up out my Jeep
My air bitches soil like a cleek
I be perkin' off that loyal when I drink
You don't want no problems, want no beef
Your ratchets like some foil like some meat
I'm talkin' sign language, I can't speak
When I get questioned by police
Throw off methods make 'em think that I'm a geek
Activated, I might put your to sleep
The homie just touched down, forgot to mention
Told me look at niggas hands and pay attention
Be about your rubber bands and your funds
I don't make it rain 'cause I ain't got no ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
Of course, I'ma keep it lit like the fourth
I could talk your mom out her purse
Without no harm, or no force
When I was starvin' like Marvin and eatin' noodles and spam
Some bread or some milk or some peanut butter and jam
The way I was built from the gravel, the soil, the land
You can get killed out here if you cattin' and playin'
I'm fried, I'm burnt, on 10, I stay turnt
Suckers tryna monitor the money I earn
I got the gift of the gab, could talk a rock off a cliff
Blue bags, well deserved
C-notes, like Charlie Bird
My player partners straight up out the rich
Known for goin' hard on a bitch
Bitch, these is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones