Lyrical Breakdown of That's Right - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "That's Right" 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 "That's Right" 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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I got a bad brown skin from Atlanta And she a private dancer Said she makin' 'least 4k a night I told 'er get yo money, that's right That's right, that's right Girl, get yo money, that's right We don't want her if she's broke, no Fuckin' all night, yeah, that's right Rap now, but I used to push coke Thick cost more than yo car note I could pull a hoe without a rope Without a penny in my pocket Even if a nigga broke Bitch, I go the hardest Babe away, got the mouth piece of a con artist Yeah, I can talk my way into anything I can talk my way into the White House And get kicked out fo' smokin' weed That's nigga shit 201 See that bitch right there? She thicker than my otha one Cheecky chee-cheecky, her body smack it She see me, she think I'm rappin' on traffic Uh! But I don't pay for coochie, coochie pay for me In the VIP, Dolla Sign, 40 and 3 Smokin' Larry OG, hella costa, twisted and tipsy Don't talk to me bruh on whiskey, been chiefin' with all my hippies I got a bad brown skin from Atlanta And she a private dancer Said she makin' 'least 4k a night I told 'er get yo money, that's right That's right, that's right Girl, get yo money, that's right We don't want her if she's broke, no Fuckin' all night, yeah, that's right Do yo dance, do yo dance While I pop these rubber bands It's only ballers in my section After the club, we sexin' Aye, she got ass like that Niqua And she like girls like Latifah Took her to the bay, told 'er smoke sum' A nigga eat 4D, told me don't cuff 'er Don't cuff 'er, nigga woah woah Call that bitch Christmas, ho ho Neva chose, a nigga nor a bitch A nigga I'd die fo' eva snitch Down in sum' Taylor and a push I be bangin', two fingers in the pussy She wanna fuck me in my van with my hoodie But first she gotta be fucked by a bully Bitch! I got a bad brown skin from Atlanta And she a private dancer Said she makin' 'least 4k a night I told 'er get yo money, that's right That's right, that's right Girl, get yo money, that's right We don't want her if she's broke, no Fuckin' all night, yeah, that's right