Lyrical Breakdown of Ten Packs of Backwoods - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ten Packs of Backwoods" 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 "Ten Packs of Backwoods" 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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Ten packs of backwoods bitch that's how my day go
Still got that loud pack bitch I'm on my J O
And my hoes don't roll no swisher sweets cause they know
Ten packs of backwoods bitch that's how my day go
Ten packs of the backwoods filled with the kush, I'm so blown
But you know the kid still handle biz, i don't lead to the door sober
Fuckin' with a made nigga, paid nigga gettin' change in the dope spot
Cadillac two shit, new shit, no xxx on my door lock
Bitch i stay funeral fresh, Fendi and Gucci to death
Get all my bottom bitches, I ain't have shit to do with the rest
My bitches down to take trips, my bitches down to hit licks, my bitches roll the wood up, throw up the hood up sip lean and get lit
And when I die bury me right by bitch Mary Jane
She been by my side ever since '95 with a beat to everything
Wake up first thing on my list gotta taste that bitch, that's how my day go
Then a nigga hit a broad and her friend, so 20 on the thang, yeah I'm on my J O
Ten packs of backwoods bitch that's how my day go
Still got that loud pack bitch I'm on my J O
And my hoes don't roll no swisher sweets cause they know
Ten packs of backwoods bitch that's how my day go
Got 50 backs with stuff of that loud, my day go
Yellow pack, blue, purple, brown, light and dark every day in my J O
Keep a flight attendant when I fly to the city, she ride and go
That cali medical xxx
And they know, keep my day right smokin' till my lungs buzz
Some'll wrap another wood and stop it with an orange crush
Train wreck in the money buries xxx with that bubba
O.G. wrapped in a sweet era, madness come after, no, what the
Pack after pack, roll up and choke out and smoke out sec after sec
Then bring it back, another 10 rounds by woods and we xxx in the back
Hop in the 'lac, another 28 grams be in hand til I lay low
Blew 'em back, on the eight, 20 keep my mind straight, gettin' head from my new and my day ho
Ten packs of backwoods bitch that's how my day go
Still got that loud pack bitch I'm on my J O
And my hoes don't roll no swisher sweets cause they know
Ten packs of backwoods bitch that's how my day go