Lyrical Breakdown of Rollin' - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rollin'" 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 "Rollin'" 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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Top down, where we headed?
I don't know, we just rollin'
Orange purple in the air
Let it blow, we just rollin'
Always got a sexy lady that's down to ride
We just rollin', rollin', rollin', we just rollin'
I'm in a new school whip, new school chick
She's chocolate but taste like Cool Whip
Four twelves quakin', seats vibratin'
Turn her to a witch, wanna ride broomstick
Livin' to the fullest, she rollin' some of that good shit
I'm rollin', feelin' exclusive, I know that she got the gushy
Tell a hater don't push me, I'm Drew Brees
Send a bullet pass at your ass, you goofy
I'm ridin' solo bolo dolo a la carte by myself
Finna take the exit, 'bout to go visit my top shelf
Three in the mornin' on the case like a lawyer
Her coochie hot like a broiler, I enjoy her
Make a playa wanna spoil her
On a scale from one to ten she a ten, ain't no in between
Body like Miss Twerksum from the twerk team
Light a incense, close the curtains
I got a bottle of that Landy and an ounce of Durff
We rollin'
I roll up in them new J's, nigga shootin' floor
Wild west nigga, where's my sombrero?
Cut a corner, cut a curb, cut a block
Hit the marijuana so hard your engine stop
Girl with me, her first appearance, you do not know her
Tree rollin' for this kingpin high roller
I roll with the best of 'em, we don't need a roof
Everyday dressed for the video shoot
Nicaraguan cigars, I blow those
I'm a young fat fly nigga, a show boat
What I'm ridin' in, cherry XLI
She never seen my type, to her I am Allah
Infatuated with her skin, it look cognac
Nasty nigga, I eat the pussy like a Big Mac
She know this for sure, it's precipitation in them panties
I fuck her like I'm mad but that make her happy
Y'all gon' have to roll them windows down
If y'all tryna smoke, nigga
'Cause y'all be smokin' that kill
And I ain't tryna croak, nigga
That's what the homie told me 'bout the homie when I was rollin'
I gotta know where we goin' 'cause you know these plates is stolen
I told him, homie, you ain't gotta trip
'Cause if we get pulled over I'ma exit
Out of your whip and then I'm gone
They call me Zulu Zilla, a goon like Thriller
Outside mint chip, inside vanilla
The ZAP Cold War makes your inside shiver
The Rally's on my tint, they go gorilla silver
Always ridin' shotgun, oh yeah I got 'em
Ladies love me more than Manolo red bottoms
Hoodrat sex symbol, remember the name
Jumped in the room with the block and I buried the game
And that's what we do
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We just rollin', rollin', we just rollin'
We just rollin'
High as a motherfuckin' kite, ridin' into the night, rollin'