Lyrical Breakdown of They Point - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "They Point" 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 "They Point" 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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What, what, play with this Every time I stop, hoes like look at him Every car I drive, niggas want one of them They pointin', they pointin' They like damn They pointin', they pointin They like damn Every time I stop, hoes like look at him Every car I drive, niggas want one of them They pointin', they pointin' They like damn They pointin', they pointin They like damn (Charlie Hustle) Like Ricky Ross, everyday I'm hustlin' (hustlin?) Gettin' off weight (like who?) Jennifer Hudson (Jennifer Hudson) Pack a hammer (pack a hammer), Thor (Thor) Shooter (shooter), score (score) Slide through batches Think I'm hecka rich (hecka rich) Breakin' necks, turnin' heads like the exorcist Thumbs up like the like button (like the like button) Eatin' good, no rib touchin' (no rib touchin') Runnin' with a bundle, never fumble (never fumble) Countin' so much bread I got Carpal tunnel Stock paint (from where?) Maaco (Maaco) Beige (beige?), like a potato (potato) They hate me on the outside, love me in the inside Suck me in the back seat while I let a friend drive Half a pound two stacks, half a unit 10-5 I stay out here by Sully so you know a hustler been fly Every time I stop (bitch), hoes like look at him Every car I drive, niggas want one of them They pointin', they pointin They like damn They pointin', they pointin They like damn Every time I stop, hoes like look at him Every car I drive, niggas want one of them They pointin', they pointin' They like damn They pointin', they pointin' They like damn (let go) My pockets some'n serious, mansion on a hilly Man that nigga got more cheese than a philly Shoelace tied but a nigga still trippin' I'm Lionel Richie high, I'm dancin' on the ceiling Never marry a hoes (no), I just marry chicks (yeah) That's how you stay on top, missionary sex (you know it) Rubberband business, know you heard of that (you know) I got the town talkin, know you scurred of that (uh huh) None less than ten figures, you know what I'm worth (yep) Record sales, show money, not including merch' (we winnin') Club full of bitches (uh oh), pocket full of Franks (uh oh) Blunt full of weed (uh oh), cup full of drank (uh oh) Me an' a raw dog, ain't no way in hell Before I risk my life it be a cold day in hell But bitch take it off, here we go show and tell And I'm fuckin' that pussy like I'm fresh out of jail (woo) Every time I stop, hoes like look at him Every car I drive, niggas want one of them They pointin', they pointin They like dammmmmn They pointin', they pointin They like dammmmmn Every time I stop, hoes like look at him Every car I drive, niggas want one of them They pointin', they pointin' They like damn They pointin', they pointin' They like damn (2 Chainz) Parallel park while I'm ghost riding (ghost riding) Black diamonds man I'm racial profiling (profiling) I'm so fly man I need a co-pilot (co-pilot) So I might let your damn ho drive it (drive it) Lil' hair pullin' man I like rough sex (yeah) Dropped out, I ain't never passed a drug test (naw) You know my lingo baby let's mingle So I got a thousand dollars worth of singles (damn) I got racks in the cargo of my camels (camels) Still, still won't give her Nathaniel ('thaniel) Life a gamble so I had to make a bet (oh) These ain't Air Max but make a check (yo) They took me out the streets but it's still in me (in me) I been sellin' work since we had Bill Clinton (girl) I'm the voice of the streets so they still listen (what) On the back of the milk carton, ceiling missing Every time I stop, hoes like look at him Every car I drive, niggas want one of them They pointin', they pointin' They like damn They pointin', they pointin' They like damn Every time I stop, hoes like look at him Every car I drive, niggas want one of them They pointin', they pointin' They like damn They pointin', they pointin' They like damn