Lyrical Breakdown of Pronto - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pronto" 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 "Pronto" 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, yeah, so you niggas supposed to ride
Yeah, so you niggas supposed to ride
Yeah, so you niggas supposed to ride
I ain't trippin' on nothin', I ain't trippin' on nothin'
I be trippin' on murder
Yeah, what you trippin' on?
I ain't trippin' on nothin', I ain't trippin' on nothin'
I be trippin' on murder
Yeah, what you trippin' on?
Thug life never die, nigga
Thug life never die, nigga
So bury me a motherfuckin' G
And put my motherfuckin' chopper by my side, nigga
Yeah, and when you send them shooters at a nigga
Tell them pussy niggas look me in my eye, nigga
Cause when we comin' through we leavin' bodies on the news
Channel seven, channel five, nigga
Y'all know, yeah, y'all know
We don't got no convo with the 5-0
Main bitch and side ho, a combo
Took 'em to the condo, pronto
Half Indian, I called her Tonto
Did it on the top flo' with a light blonde ho, yea
Yeah, I hit it and forget it, bloody murder
OJ in the white Bronco, yeah
I'm a rider, so I ride for my niggas
I'm a rider, so I ride for my niggas, yeah
I'm a rider, so I ride for my niggas, yeah
Ride for my, lie for my, cry for my
Shine for my, grind for my niggas, yeah
Straight rollin', no flex, yeah
Why you diggin' in your pockets, nigga?
Lint fishin' get sex and the ends, yeah
Hundred-pound, Bobby Brown
Got the new edition, rap game then the dope game
Man, I got enemies like I've been robbin' niggas for their cocaine
Facedown on the floor, mane
If we got beef up in the street
Then I'ma bring it to your door, mane
Thug life never die, nigga
So what, you pussies down to ride, nigga?
So bury me a motherfuckin' G
And put my motherfuckin' chopper by my side, nigga
Yeah, and when you send them shooters at a nigga
Tell them pussy niggas look me in my eye, nigga
Cause when we comin' through we leavin' bodies on the news
Channel seven, channel five, nigga
Y'all know, yeah, y'all know
We don't got no convo with the 5-0
Chopper called a kilo, a Rondo
Took 'em to the condo, pronto
Half Indian, I called her Tonto
Throwin' fins in the six, shout out Toronto, yeah
I hit it and forget it, bloody murder
I'm OJ in the white Bronco, yeah
I'm a rider, so I ride for my niggas
I'm a rider, so I ride for my niggas, yeah
I'm a rider, so I ride for my niggas, yeah
Ride for my, lie for my, cry for my
Shine for my, grind for my niggas, yeah
Yeah, yeah so you niggas supposed to ride
Yeah, so you niggas supposed to ride
Yeah, so you niggas supposed to ride
Yeah, so you niggas supposed to ride
Yeah, so you niggas supposed to ride
Yeah, so you niggas supposed to ride
Yeah, so you niggas supposed to ride
Yeah, so you niggas supposed to ride
Yeah, so you niggas supposed to ride
Yeah, so you niggas supposed to ride
Yeah, so you niggas supposed to ride