Lyrical Breakdown of Playa w California Pudd - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Playa w California Pudd" 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 "Playa w California Pudd" 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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Hell yeah, nigga Fuck it Nigga can't pencil paper pad this pimp shit, ya dig? Pencil paper and pen Perfectionist pimp shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Real smooth, real smooth, ya dig what I'm sayin'? I'mma kick it real smooth, I'mma jam on the tune, ya dig? Know what I'm sayin'? Fasho, fasho Listen baby, let me throw a little fat on your brain Show and prove, give you some food for your earlobe Let me hit it and I bet you won't be walkin' the same Never sprung, I leave 'em stunned when I bend hoes And you know I send hoes to windows With bank tellers in drive-bys, they ride up Get my chips out, the bitches count and ride out It's more to pimpin' than gettin' pussy from 5 Mile I'm a playa, bitch Still mackin' them hoes, slappin' them foes on the 770's And whippin' on Pirellis until your ass is with the chrome A nigga slangin' zones, I gotta keep a separate phone Separate me from them niggas spendin' cheddar for dome Hit 'em in the telly, never ever let 'em in your home Knew a nigga named Tone, let a bitch lead him on Woke up in the mornin' with Berettas to his dome Get on my level, nigga, make it to my stage Chill, but I can go into a rage for my way Run up in a nigga's spot like it was a cop raid Hit a lick and ain't nobody movin' 'til I pay And when we blow the reefer, we be blowin' the five grade Fire smell, fasho, the burner cells in my brain Bitch, I'm a livin', breathin' definition of crime pays I keep a thang chillin' on the mustard and mayonnaise Relax, nigga, we slangin' straight thunder Tax, the price too high to go under Ho, this ain't no bluff or no blunder She took a hit and was like "No wonder" No other nigga so fasho like I'm is And I bet you and a couple of your groupie ass friends Wanna try Gibbs, don't lie, bitch 'Cause I'm a playa, bitch Still mackin' them hoes, slappin' them foes On the old school O's, I'm a playa, bitch Still stackin' them digits, if you with it Then let a motherfucker hit it, I'm a playa, bitch Still mackin' them hoes, slappin' them foes On the old school O's, I'm a playa, bitch Still stackin' them digits, if you with it Then let a motherfucker hit it, I'm a playa Go'n playa, we play all day to night time Any time she call my phone is the right time Go'n playa, we play all day to night time Any time she call my phone is the right time That big ol' booty, girl, you know that I like it It's so exciting when I'm inside it And I'm a playa, girl, you can be my sidekick Pimpin', don't fight it, 'cause you the right bitch Might slip, vice grip, hold on hoes Cold like ice picks, psychic I pimp these hoes on Vogues I roll down strolls, swole bankroll Hold hands, hot slap, biatch Back, mack, 'Lac, low ride, bye fly I'm so cool, old school, sick six, so slick slide I'm that nigga, and you can't stop it Pretty pug pimpin', puttin' paper in my pocket Ostrich, I'm so fast I get cash out a bitch ass And we don't love them hoes You ain't got nothin' on she Take her clothes off And we don't love them hoes You ain't got nothin' on me I keep it pimpin' 'Cause I'm a playa, bitch Still mackin' them hoes, slappin' them foes On the old school O's, I'm a playa, bitch Still stackin' them digits, if you with it Then let a motherfucker hit it, I'm a playa, bitch Still mackin' them hoes, slappin' them foes On the old school O's, I'm a playa, bitch Still stackin' them digits, if you with it Then let a motherfucker hit it, I'm a playa Go'n playa, we play all day to night time Any time she call my phone is the right time Go'n playa, we play all day to night time Any time she call my phone is the right time Because I'm a playa, oh yeah, playa, oh yeah 'Cause I'm a playa, baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a playa, I'm a playa, oh yeah, yeah Playa, playa, playa, playa, playa, playa, playa, playa I'm a playa, playa, playa, playa, playa, playa, playa 'Cause I'm a playa, bitch Still mackin' them hoes, slappin' them foes On the old school O's, I'm a playa, bitch Still stackin' them digits, if you with it Then let a motherfucker hit it, I'm a playa, bitch Still mackin' them hoes, slappin' them foes On the old school O's, I'm a playa, bitch Still stackin' them digits, if you with it Then let a motherfucker hit it, I'm a playa