Lyrical Breakdown of Weight - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Weight" 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 "Weight" 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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You can't tell me a motherfuckin' thang, bruh
Can't tell me shit nigga, yeah
Bitch I need that fetty, run that check, don't make me wait, uh
Don't make a nigga wait for it, yeah
Serving that Colombiano
Got that blow from my Dominicano, yeah
Yeah, Kane season, bitch, yeah
Wait, uh, pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
Don't make me wait, uh
Pushin' weight, half a milli' worth of weight, uh
She bad, I guess that pussy worth the wait, uh
Pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
Don't make me wait, uh
Pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
We servin' weight, uh
Pushin' weight, half a milli' worth of weight, uh
She bad, I guess that pussy worth the wait
Pushin' weight, nigga, I ain't pulled a muscle yet
Walkin' with the AR-15, dog don't need to muzzle that
Strippin' lots a pasta like a mobster, I make truffle that
Got a quarter milli' in my trunk, underneath the duffle that
Duffle that, where my duffle at?
In the sewer choppin' up them rats, where piranhas at
I stay in that Bentley or that Bach, nothing under that
Four more bodies all in my garage, they LaFerrari that
Wait, uh, pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
Don't make me wait, uh
Pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
We servin' weight, uh
Pushin' weight, half a milli' worth of weight, uh
She bad, I guess that pussy worth the wait, uh
Uh, pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
Don't make me wait, uh
Pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
We servin' weight, uh
Pushin' weight, half a milli' worth of weight, uh
She bad, I guess that pussy worth the wait, uh
Pushin' weight, flippin' paper plates
In love with the paper, took my money on a date
She let me hit, I bring that pussy back to home base
My foreign bitches flew in town to Californicate
Wait, uh, psycho off of 17 from Norman Bates
We gangbangin', all you neutral niggas can't relate
I turn that bando to a dope house, bitch, I renovate
I hit the party and whip that white girl to vanilla shake
Believe her, off the bitch, I take a nigga spot like Willie Beamen
Kitty, kitty, fuck a Hellcat, I got the Demon
Used to smoke a stogie with Alexis in the Beamer
I miss my Miami hoe, she was a dick-pleaser
Uh, pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
Don't make me wait, uh
Pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
We servin' weight, uh
Pushin' weight, half a milli' worth of weight, uh
She bad, I guess that pussy worth the wait, uh
Pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
Don't make me wait, uh
Pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
We servin' weight, uh
Pushin' weight, half a milli' worth of weight, uh
She bad, I guess that pussy worth the wait
You no-good little bitch
Everyday of my motherfuckin' life
What the fuck is you?
Nigga (what?), baby