Lyrical Breakdown of Get Right - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Get Right" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Fabolous weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Get 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 Fabolous 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 Fabolous's narrative.

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Come on Yeah, yeah Hey What, what Yeah, yeah Yeah Brooklyn, Brooklyn Come on Yo, y'all gon' hear this in the nightclubs for a year When the song go on, throw on, ya tight mugs or ya stares It's like bugs up in here, like thugs up in here Throw ya fingas up like you gon' snipe slugs in the air, hatas Might have a slight grudge when I'm there See the froze on my wrist, like bugs in my ear Ladies pass through, I might rub on her rear Pop Cris' in her face, make her wipe suds from her hair Even dykes tug on my gear the way I like strud up in here Look at the nice smuds that I wear Drinks be flingin', minks be swingin' The way the pinky-ringin', link be blingin', you think we slingin'? I wanna see the roof of your Coupe, sittin' behind ya 18 inches and up, no sittin' on minors After tha club hittin' a diner, spittin' the lines And end up in a hotel, gettin' vagina Ladies Rub your tits if you gettin' right, hey Niggas Grab your dicks if you gettin' right, ho Don't be thinkin' 'bout that nigga that you wit tonite Don't be thinkin' 'bout that chick that you wit tonite Ladies Rub your tits if you gettin' right, hey Niggas Grab your dicks if you gettin' right, ho If gettin' right is the only thing you wit tonite Ladies, hey Niggas, ho Ma, it's hard to stop and not admit it You like the way the drop I got is kitted Cops can't spot who is it You wanna stop and jot yoi digits Must be how I hop on yatchs and visit, tropic spots I did it The top the watch is glitted Make niggas wanna bop they knots, stop and plot to get it Like I won't pop a shot in fitteds I got the type of machine guns that cops and Swats be hitted So I wanna drop but not to hit it, stop, we not committed Think we hittin' shoppin' spots, forget it Move you neck, rock from side to side Neva get checked, me and my glock side and side This in your deck, let it knock inside your ride We in the 'jects of the blocks in the widest five Spendin' a grands nutin' for 'lous You ain't got on a badge playa, so why you handcuffin' the chicks? Ladies Rub your tits if you gettin' right, hey Niggas Grab your dicks if you gettin' right, ho Don't be thinkin' 'bout that nigga that you wit tonite Don't be thinkin' 'bout that chick that you wit tonite Ladies Rub your tits if you gettin' right, hey Niggas Grab your dicks if you gettin' right, ho If gettin' right is the only thing you wit tonite Ladies, hey Niggas, ho Y'all hardly see I be 'round But when I do, I be, I be down in a VIP lounge I get in the club, I don't need ID now Bulky nig, you can't even see my 3-pound Y'all know how that kid from B-Stuy be down Y'all see my C-pound, y'all see y'all be drowned Skee-o, gotta, reply she down, which sheet I meet down I know she gettin' right, hey Ladies tug me when I strut So this thug be in the cut, takin' thug B's to the gut Rays beamin', y'all think I be day-dreamin' But I stay schemin' like, "Shortie could get it" Next screenin', they see all this ice and grey gleamin' They like, "Damn, shortie could get it" And I may be crazy but I see some ladies tonite That should be drinkin' my baby's baby Ladies Rub your tits if you gettin' right, hey Niggas Grab your dicks if you gettin' right, ho Don't be thinkin' 'bout that nigga that you wit tonite Don't be thinkin' 'bout that chick that you wit tonite Ladies Rub your tits if you gettin' right, hey Niggas Grab your dicks if you gettin' right, ho If gettin' right is the only thing you wit tonite Ladies, hey Niggas, ho Ladies Rub your tits if you gettin' right, hey Niggas Grab your dicks if you gettin' right, ho Don't be thinkin' 'bout that nigga that you wit tonite Don't be thinkin' 'bout that chick that you wit tonite Ladies Rub your tits if you gettin' right, hey Niggas Grab your dicks if you gettin' right, ho If gettin' right is the only thing you wit tonite Ladies, hey Niggas, ho