Lyrical Breakdown of Goodies (Featuring Black Flint) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Goodies (Featuring Black Flint)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Goodies (Featuring Black Flint)" 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 Freddie Gibbs 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 Freddie Gibbs's narrative.

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Copping them goodie-goodies Yeah, you ain't copping them goodie-goodies You ain't copping them goodie-goodies like I cop I'm well known from the liquor store to the rock spot So best beware 'cause them goodie-goodies will get you popped They can't get enough of them goodie-goodies, they need a lot You know I got the good, goody, but can you move it quicker? I'll cook it up and flip her, I'll pack it up and ship her Tell me what you can handle, you say you move like Randall? Fuck up my tokens, leave you open like a gator sandal That's how I fucking function, spitting and really punching Black B-E-E call it the lion's luncheon It is what it is, still wanna do some biz? I gotta meet your baby mama, mama and them kids In case you bring me drama, make you feel like Osama I make a visit, make you feel it, now my nerves is calmer But I got that A-1, just keep it A-1 You gon' get duckets, so fuck it, shuck it and get her done Double on e'ryone, some call it fishy cupping And fry it and bring it back real nice and crispy Black Clint, Black Vince, he move so swiftly Steady pimping, pimping, better get 'em quickly You ain't copping them goodie-goodies like I cop I'm well known from the liquor store to the rock spot So best beware 'cause them goodie-goodies will get you popped They can't get enough of them goodie-goodies, they need a lot Mary Jane, dog food, cocaine, I got that good X pills to them crystals, mane, I got that good Take a trip, stimulate your brain, I got that good That white, I got that good, get right, I got that good Mary Jane, dog food, cocaine, I got that good X pills to them crystals, mane, I got that good Take a trip, stimulate your brain, I got that good That white, I got that good, get right, I got that good Jelly beans, gumdrops, Snicker bars, and M&Ms Reefer with them tropical flavors, man, I got plenty of them Smell it and inhale it and sell it quick as they ship it in Even got them geekers having seizures when they hit the stem Who it is? Eastside Slim, the baby face killer Freddie Krueger, four-five Ruger, your chest plate, nigga If you get caught up, don't say I was moving that weight with ya Separate yourself from them fake niggas, I paint the picture Bumped into this dope fiend bitch I used to serve A college student named Roberta, used to lace her with that murder Then Roberta start to flirt with that girl and all her homies She sniff it to get her horny, now she cooking up the Tony It's some sad shit, how Roberta dropped out all her classes Could've been on some cash shit, she'd rather suck that glass dick And me, I'd rather cake up in the booth, speak truth But I'm selling candy 'cause the hood got a sweet tooth Goodie-goodie You ain't copping them goodie-goodies like I cop I'm well known from the liquor store to the rock spot So best beware 'cause them goodie-goodies will get you popped They can't get enough of them goodie-goodies, they need a lot Mary Jane, dog food, cocaine, I got that good X pills to them crystals, mane, I got that good Take a trip, stimulate your brain, I got that good That white, I got that good, get right, I got that good Mary Jane, dog food, cocaine, I got that good X pills to them crystals, mane, I got that good Take a trip, stimulate your brain, I got that good That white, I got that good, get right, I got that good Nigga, what's my name? B to the motherfucker When I go, I go hard B that motherfucker, spit it out, bitch Dig it? Man, you wanna, you wanna, you wanna get down or lay down? I told the mother, I told the motherfucker the other night I said, "You wanna get down or lay down? You wanna be on my team or get down or lay down?" Motherfucker, you gon' lay down Fucking with me Nah, I'm through talking, I'm too tired, man, what's up? What up? What? What up? What's up with you? Shit, man, you know how I do it, you feel me? Nigga, you know how I do it? You see what I'm saying? Dawg? Talk to me Dawg? Freddie? What up? What up, man? Talk to me Why you taping me all the time, man? I know you taping me, Eddie I ain't tape you Dawg? I ain't tape you Motherfucker, I do it Why you let me do all that talking, man? You ain't taping me Nigga, you always talking shit, you know?