Lyrical Breakdown of My Boy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "My Boy" 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 "My Boy" 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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Yeah, yeah
Eastside, they fuck with us
That Westside, they fuck with us
Them Blood niggas, they fuck with us
Them Crip niggas, they fuck with us
My boy, I was gettin' it my boy
Had that dog in the kitchen my boy
You can come get a brick of that boy
Niggas say, "What's the chicken, my boy"
My boy, I was gettin' it my boy
Had that dog in the kitchen my boy
You can come get a brick of that boy
Niggas say, "What's the chicken, my boy"
My dope fiends come shop with us
My clique's silent, no cops with us
My thug niggas spend guap with us
My thug niggas spend guap with us
My close partners ain't popular
They in the cut, bagging dope, chop it up
Need our buyers to stay poppin up
These opps bodies stay poppin' up
I'm fuck nigga proof, bitch nigga proof
Show you pussies how a rich nigga do
At the Ritz, I got your bitch coming through
At the Ritz, I got your bitch busting too
Sold the heron, got them bricks popping through
Neck was cold as fuck, my wrists got the flu
Cop a brand-new Bentley, dripping candy blue
Show you pussies how a rich nigga do
Don't sleep on these streets boy, this shit can get drastic
That Glock on my hip boy, I stay with that plastic
These niggas got Choppers, these pussies they blastin'
I air your ass out of the stoplight in traffic
I just made a porno, record while I'm smashing
Fuck the Arab bitch all on the carpet, Aladdin
I walk with that dog everyday like my papi
Y'all roll with that Cujo, I stay with that Lassie
My boy, I was gettin' it my boy
Had that dog in the kitchen my boy
You can come get a brick of that boy
Niggas say, "What's the chicken, my boy"
My boy, I was gettin' it my boy
Had that dog in the kitchen my boy
You can come get a brick of that boy
Niggas say, "What's the chicken, my boy"
That Eastside, they fuck with us
That Westside, they fuck with us
That Northside, they fuck with us
That Southside, they fuck with us
That Chi-Town, they fuck with us
That O-Town, they fuck with us
That H-Town, they fuck with us
Hit V-Live and we fucked it up
I'm fuck nigga proof, bitch nigga proof
Show you pussies how a rich nigga do
Neck is cold as fuck, my wrists got the flu
Show you pussies how a rich nigga do
I was out here on the highway, copping dog
Drop it off, my niggas fucking up the mall
Foreign flexing, got these hoes dropping drawers
VVS', got these hoes dropping drawers
Don't sleep on these streets boy, this shit can get violent
I stay with that O boy, like Cam'ron, I got it
My coupe beast, the pink off the lot, boy no mileage
I stay with that O boy, like Cam'ron, I got it
Man, I just made a porno, record while I'm smashing
Fuck the Arab bitch all on the carpet, Aladdin
I walk with that dog everyday like my papi
Y'all roll with that Cujo, I stay with that Lassie
My boy, I was gettin' it my boy
Had that dog in the kitchen my boy
You can come get a brick of that boy
Niggas say, "What's the chicken, my boy"
My boy, I was gettin' it my boy
Had that dog in the kitchen my boy
You can come get a brick of that boy
Niggas say, "What's the chicken, my boy"
That Eastside, they fuck with us
That Westside, they fuck with us
That Northside, they fuck with us
That Southside, they fuck with us
That ATL, they fuck with us
That Memphis, Tenn', they fuck with us
That Miami, they fuck with us
Hit King of Diamonds, we fuck it up
That Eastside, they fuck with us
That Westside, they fuck with us
That Northside, they fuck with us
That Southside, they fuck with us
By Detroit, they fuck with us
That Mississippi, they fuck with us
That Cincinnati, they fuck with us
You fuck niggas can't fuck with us
My boy, yeah
Real niggas, real niggas, fucking with a real nigga
Yeah, yeah
Real niggas, real niggas, fucking with a real nigga
Yeah, yeah
Real niggas, real niggas, fucking with a real nigga
Yeah, yeah
Real niggas, real niggas, fucking with a real nigga, yeah
That Midwest, they fuck with us
That Southside, they fuck with us
That H-Town, they fuck with us
Hit V-Live and we fucked it up
I'm super blowed as fuck, super throwed as fuck
Off the lot with that Rover truck
Half brick flat and I fucked it up
Half brick flat and I fucked it up
I'm fuck nigga proof, bitch nigga proof
Told you pussies how a rich nigga do
Neck is cold as fuck, my wrists got the flu
Brand-new Bentley, got that bitch dripping blue
I just hit the Ritz, your bitch coming through
I just hit the Ritz, your bitch busting too
Neck was cold as fuck my wrists got the flu
Show you pussies how a rich nigga do