Lyrical Breakdown of I'm Not a Gentleman - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I'm Not a Gentleman" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Geto Boys weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I'm Not a Gentleman" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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(Willie D)
Ladies first, who the fuck made up that shit?
9 times outta 10 it was a bitch
I'm comin' at cha like this
Cause your pussy ain't no more important than my dick miss
I'm not your motherfuckin' doll
You won't see me runnin' to ya at your every beckon call
Bitches act like they handicapped
Want me to open doors, pull out chairs and all that
I'm the motherfuckin' gangster of love
So how you gonna run me like I'm some kind of scrub
Think your pussy made of gold, well it's not
You couldn't get a dime for it at the pawn shop
I won't pack your bags at the store
Now will I take you to a play or a musical, whore
And break my neck to be extra polite
I'll take your motherfuckin' ass to a chicken fight
And if you get cold, you gonna sneeze
Cause I ain't givin' you my coat, so I can freeze
People say my manners are minimum
I'm from the ghetto hoe
I'm not a motherfuckin' gentleman
I'm not a gentleman
I'm not a motherfuckin' gentleman
I told you that in the first rap
Hell no I won't remove my cap
When I go to ya moms crib for my grill
T-shirt, sneakers and jeans is how I feel
(?)
Cause I'll be eatin' with my hands not the proper utensils
I say yeah, naw, not ma'am
I was raised like that, so that's the way I am
I don't give a damn if ain't got a seat
My feet hurt bitch, you ain't no better than me
Stand your ass up, wait your time
I don't give a fuck if your 9 or 99
Drop something if you want to freak
And I won't leap to pick it up like a geek
In a dash or flash, goddamn, I'll pass
I'ma let you bend over so I can see dat ass
I might laugh, giggle, or grin
You could say Willie D is out to win
People say my manners are minimum
I'm from the ghetto hoe
I'm not a motherfuckin' gentleman
I'm not a gentleman
I'm not a motherfuckin' gentleman
Or a nice guy or goodfella
I'll straight up tell her
Bitch, to suck my dick
Fuck that beatin' around the bush shit
When I go to see a hoe
I don't knock at the door, I blow
And if we go to a restaurant I don't let her pick it
Cause she'll try to choose the one most expensive
You don't like it when I walk in the front zone
Well slowpoke ass hoe, bring your ass on
But every woman ain't a motherfuckin' lady
I treat a hoe like a hoe and a bitch like a bitch
And a lady like a lady but I don't sip Dom Perrigion
And listen to Luther or Kenny G, its Geto Boys and Jubiliee
You can't catch me holdin' hands in the shopping mall
If I'm wearin' (?)
You know I'm gettin' them draw's
People call me a lot of things love
But they'll never accuse me of
Being a motherfuckin' gentleman
I'm not a gentleman