Lyrical Breakdown of Street Sweeper (Remix) (feat. JMSN) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Street Sweeper (Remix) (feat. JMSN)" 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 "Street Sweeper (Remix) (feat. JMSN)" 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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Her name was Tracy Workin' at the bar Tryna be a star Dreams of babies Yeah A house and a car, to cover the scars But she knows Only a temporary fix But that's how it goes Even perfect people miss Street sweeper, baby I love you like crazy Forget the "Maybe" Cause you're my type of lady Street sweeper baby Street sweeper baby, street sweeper baby What she wanted Was to move to France, paint and dance And I bought it Not a wealthy man but we can fake a plan if you want to Just a temporary fix But what do I know? Even faithful people slip [Chorus (alternate) Street sweeper, baby I love you like crazy Don't tell me "Maybe" Cause you're my type of lady Get, get, get with it Whole thing, we'll get it Every visit, she was all about the chip, chip, chips When I hit, hit, hit it, so ride out I got a room in the city 'bout a mile out I got the drugs, baby girl you can[?] And I be chillin' in the Caddy on vogues About an ounce to roll, I'll be outside when you clock out Shout to my hoes in the strip club Ass in the air, legs bent up Down to move a bag for a nigga, get a stack for a nigga Real bitches help a nigga get his chips up Nigga she be on the wheel lookin' for the rollers As I'm ridin' shotgun, may be a shootout if we get pulled over But she ain't trippin', she a mothafuckin' soldier Girl, 'til it's over, baby And I got a lot of hoes and I know that shit's complicated No time but [?] ain't it? Anything, finna kill it Make her body rock, body drop when I pull it Girl you're number 1, number 1 with a bullet Number 1 with a bullet [Chorus (