Lyrical Breakdown of Pullin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Pullin out garages, broads, and credit cards Dodgin' all charges, clout chasers, and frauds We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin Bitches like, "Ayy, let's get it on" Let's get it on, ow baby Coca Let's get it Joe Crack been slippin' the feds since the 80's Movin' that white boy, yeah, that's Slim Shady Pushin' that D like Terry Flannery Uncle Drew with the rock, they couldn't handle me You niggas buyin' Dapper Dan out the Gucci store I was in Harlem drippin' dap, servin' Pookie raw Cold case unit want smoke, they tryna find leakers Only cold case I know holdin' time pieces Now that's a milli on a wrist The only chains that matter is the rock piece and this TS logo diamonds drippin' on the Fashion Nova They like, "Fuck, these niggas ain't going never be over" Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards Dodgin' all charges, clout chasers, and frauds We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin Bitches like "Ayy, let's get it on" Let's get it on, ow baby Woo This is, yeah Let's get it Look, I'm still bumpin' Mike Jack Thriller (Still) I put that on the gang and the man in my mirror (Talk to 'em) I would never land of the side of foul niggas Where I'm from if they think that you rattin', they might kill ya Rappers do time, come home, then sound different When them feds be them niggas ghostwritin' they life sentence It's D-R-E, I fuck models and roll with mobsters And I cook up beats like a Doc, straight outta Compton, nig Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards Crushin' bottle bitches, divas, and ghetto stars We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin Bitches like, "Ayy, let's get it on" Let's get it on, ow baby Let's get it on Let's love, baby Let's get it I'm with several incredible bitches that's ready to do what I tell them to do and that includes even beheading you I never knew how much you never knew of what you never knew I'm from the jungle not the pettin' zoo and you look edible Silence on the Glock, 'cause I'm just tryna to hold the noise You can hear a pin drop without hearin' the bowling balls And the truth is hard to swallow, but not for my hoe at all Oh my gosh, she bought me flowers, I'm about to smoke 'em all (Woo) Never had a white girl fetish, like my bitch kinda reddish With that white girl credit White sand by a kilo like a white pearl desert Y-M T-S's all white pearl letters, motherfucker Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards Dodgin' all charges, clout chasers, and frauds We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin Bitches like, "Ayy, let's get it on"