Lyrical Breakdown of Yeah Yeah - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Yeah Yeah" 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 "Yeah Yeah" 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 only die once Yeah Yeah Yeah (check-check, yeah, yeah) Ridin' swangers on the stainless (yeah) I copped it all cash, fuck a payment (yeah) Man, it's so hard daily bein' famous I had to unplug from the matrix (yeah, yeah) I cop a hundun, leave a ho sprung Got her tongue numb when she taste it (yeah) Nigga got real pressure with the pill presser Got a drug store up in the basement Yeah, yeah, tool on me How you let a nigga make a move on me? (Bitch) I don't let a bitch break a rule, cut her off When I tried to be cool, she was cool on me Yeah, yeah, am I stuck in my ways? (Yeah) I told you I seen everything 'cept for old age Told that ho it's a cold game I can still put a bitch on the bay like the old days (yeah, yeah) Yeah (like the old days, bitch, yeah) Private elevator when I lay her 30 girlfriends, I'm a player Hoes choose, elect me like the mayor Party pack just came from Pakistan Stackin' Asian bitches, Jackie Chan Got a thousand plans when I land London ho just hit me with the sand (with the sandbag, you feel me?) Yeah (sand, yeah) Boy, you real when you realize this rap shit is unrealistic I had to take off, and just do some more livin' I can't lie to kick it, I can't hide the shit that I'm feelin' I'm in here releasin' these demons Can't tell you a secret 'cause shit get repeated And if I go broke, I can pick up the pieces My mama said, "Pray and just leave it to Jesus" (yeah, yeah) Yeah, mama said, "Pray," you the bald-headed Jesus Since I was a fetus, a nigga been sinnin' Like since the beginnin', but I had my reasons, I had my reasons (yeah, yeah) That's what I say to myself when I know I'm doin' bogus Every day, they can bust, but you only die once So you know I'ma thug 'til it's over Got a stash in the vent, the polices can't find it, bitch, I got the blower by the motor (uh) And I barely be rappin', but ho, when I turn on the flow, I'ma motherfuckin' poet (yeah, yeah) If I ever get hit in my shit, tell the Finball to keep it motherfuckin' rollin' Better miss or get sent in this bitch I'm a big dog, and you motherfuckin' know it (yeah, yeah) Young cocaine, yeah, yeah Private elevator when I lay her 30 girlfriends, I'm a player Hoes choose, elect me like the mayor Party pack just came from Pakistan Stackin' Asian bitches, Jackie Chan Got a thousand plans when I land London ho just hit me with the sand Tool on me, never let a nigga make a move on me (yeah, yeah) Fuck a security, bet you I leave out the room, I got every single jewel on me Yeah, yeah, tool on me Never let a ho play the fool on me I don't let a bitch break a rule, cut her off When I tried to be cool, she was cool on me She was cool on me (yeah, yeah) Yeah Yeah, when I tried to cut her off, she was cool on me She was cool on me (yeah, yeah), yeah Bitch, yeah, bitch, she was cool on me, she was cool on me Yeah, yeah, tool on me Never let a nigga make a move on me, yeah Tool on me, never let a nigga make a move on, uh, make a move on (yeah, yeah) Tool on me, never let a nigga make a move on me, yeah Tool on me, never let a bitch play the fool on me, yeah, yeah