Lyrical Breakdown of Opposites Attract (What They Like) (Feat. Remy) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Fat Joe weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Opposites Attract (What They Like) (Feat. Remy)" 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 Fat Joe employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Platinum chains, down to my dick I'm so sick, like flames, light up ya bitch Get it hot like 'dro, and firin' in minks Left you at the club alone now she hidin' in my whip (but kick it) I know just what you need you need to fuck with me 'Cause when you ballin' with Joey you in another league Somethin like Doji, Chloe diamonds, and better weed I'm four-wheelin' through roads you mighta never seen Take you on trips, you know the minimal shit, the basic Long as your dip is official, if we're twistin' you lace it Spit it amazin' when I'm layin' the mack game I could, put 'em in chains and give 'em blings and cashy rings Like delicious, thug passionate candy cane Know you could, stay witcha mayne and just live plain I ball with the best of them, flossin' the emblem First playa front get applause from TS and them (clap my niggas) I know what bitches like (what?) They want to live it live They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice They want to chill up in Villa with me every night Yeah pa you got it right That's what my bitches like But I know what niggas like (what?) They want to hit it right They want a chick that's willin' to strip on the first night (true) The type of chick that'll make you forget about ya wife Yeah ma you got it right That's what my niggas like I pull up to the club in the truck Like what, the fuck, is up I stay out with the blunt, 'cause I don't give a fuck With, no-I-D niggas, know who I be And I know what niggas like, niggas like me Pretty Remy on the rocks in the VIP See, niggas like menages and overnight parties Butt naked bitches in the hotel lobby I plays the bar 'cause they don't charge me Plus niggas like dogs to broads in white T's Outside it's a fight over me 'Cause I'm with niggas like, "Yeah, you better get it right" "You know my shit is tight" If you live we'll be fuckin today, as long as you ain't Touchin my pay, this shit is nothin to me I got my mind right, my money right, I'm pushin a Benz Plus I'm a dime like (whoa) Got niggas lookin for Rem' I know what niggas like (what?) They want to hit it right They want a chick that's willin to strip on the first night (true) The type of chick that'll make you forget about ya wife (c'mon) Yeah ma you got it right That's what my niggas like I know what bitches like (what?) They want to live the life They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice They want to chill up in Villa with me every night Yeah pa you got it right That's what my bitches like You know a lot mama How be take a nice cruise to the Ba-ha-mas With ice daquiris and jewels, picture Just me and you under the palm trees Up on the beach in your bikini and we feelin' the breeze But baby, I know just what you need You need some Hennessey (uh-huh) And in a minute we'll finish it with a little me Sex into sleepin' on bedsheets outta Italy Then send yo' ass back home without no energy Yo, after I take you on a night on the town We could, slide to the telly when nobody's around The next-door neighbors complainin' because they hearin' the sound It's goin down da-down da-down, da-da-da-da-da-da down I know what bitches like (what?) They want to live it live They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice They want to chill up in Villa with me every night Yeah pa you got it right That's what my bitches like But I know what niggas like (what?) They want to hit it right They want a chick that's willin' to strip on the first night (true) The type of chick that'll make you forget about ya wife Yeah ma you got it right That's what my niggas like Hit got another hit Hit got another hit Hit got another hit Hit got another hit Hit got another hit