Lyrical Breakdown of Ill Na Na - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ill Na Na" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Foxy Brown weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ill Na Na" 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 Foxy Brown 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 Foxy Brown's narrative.
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One time
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the ill na na (yeah, see'mon, yeah, see'mon)
Destination (c'mon, see'mon) plat'
Yo Na Na so ill, first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggas freaked out
She's all about sex, pard-on, check your facts
And the track record, I'm all about plaques
Shakin' my ass half naked, lovin' this life
Waitin' for Kim album to drop, knowin' it's tight
Standin' center stage, closin' the show holdin' a gat
Since you opened up, I know you're hopin' it's wack
Niggas, screamin' my name on record straight whylin
Maybe I'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes is tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight
It's my time to shine it's playtime tonight
I'ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall
I left your ass home alone, hopin' I call
Who's got the illest pussy on the planet?
Sugar walls comin' down niggas can't stand it, the ill na na
True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
For the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
Real and it don't stop, we movin' up
First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
Tryin' to hunt down the Brown Fox, the ill na na
No more sexin' me all night, thinkin' it's alright
While I'm lookin' over your shoulder, watchin' the hall light
You hate when it's a ball right? Ladies this ain't handball
Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike
In the morning when it's all bright, eggs over easy
Hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes
While I'm eatin' gettin' dressed up, this ain't yo' pad
I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab
No more, sharin' I pain, sharin'I made
It's time to outslick niggas, ladies sharin' our game
Put it in high gear, flip the eye wear
Nas ruled the world but now it's my year
And from, here on I solemnly swear
To hold my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater (uh-huh)
Yeah I don't need a man's wealth (yeah)
But I can do bad (bad) by my damn self (self)
And uhh
Who's got the illest pussy on the planet?
Sugar walls comin down niggas can't stand it, the ill na na
True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
For the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
Real and it don't stop, we movin' up
First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
Tryin' to hunt down the Brown Fox, the ill na na
Uhh vodka
Not not
Dolla dolla, stop stop
C'mon c'mon, yah, it's the ill na na
No more waitin' to exhale, we takin' deep breaths
Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this
Love thyself with no one above thee
'Cause ain't nobody gon' love me like me
If he, don't do the right thing like Spike Lee
Bye bye wifey make him lose his Nike's (uh uh, yeah)
Hit the road
Mami told me in order to, find a prince
You gotta kiss some toads
Who got the illest pussy on the planet?
Sugar walls comin' down niggas can't stand it, the ill na na
True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
For the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
Real and it don't stop, we movin' up
First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
Tryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the ill na na