Lyrical Breakdown of Crazy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Crazy" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Crazy" 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 Gucci Mane 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 Gucci Mane's narrative.
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Hallelujah, my plug just send me 50, I got first right a refusal
My bitches my main shooter, I might make my bitch go do you
Don't bring your bitch around my chick, my bitch might jimmy choo her
It's gwap, I ain't hip hop, but I bet my diamonds bluer
Got 3 spots, I got 2 drops and I ain't no nigga cooler
Got 3 rings, I got 10 chains and I think I'm ricky ruler
I Got Young niggas in my straight 8, cause that's how I maneuver, Gucci!
Make trap back, I had a flash back, when I shot at that intruder
In a section, full of bad bitches, and they wanna smoke hooters
Way I beat the block, way I work the track
Make you think I'm a producer
Inside your head, medusa, you're dumb head, you need a tutor
[Hook]
I might not buy a new Mercedes, but I'ma drive your ass crazy
That's something she just done phase me
The way she suck it, so amazing
I'm bout to drive a bitch crazy,
That's something she just done phase me
I'm bout to make a bitch pay me, pay me
You taking care of nigga baby
I'm bout to drive a bitch crazy
Wave flag, no black car, flat back car, of 2 bars with 3 broads
40 grands on my g stars, pinkslips don't lease ours
Who the fuck you think we are, retard!
Kief start this bricksquad, that candy touch your body part
Trapped up like toll cars, goons have it real like the druglords
Got young shooters and dope guards
My annals are dope boys, like a drugzar in a cold war
Pistol whip a nigga with a crowbar
Security guards they trelling you, so we pulling up and shooting both cars
Bag a nigga like a bag boy, paint a nigga like Mozart
Say he lived his life as a KING PIN, thats why they find his ass in the junkyard
Murder shit I know boy, I ain't really scared of no boy
Couple of home boys and lil joy, and they all waiting to come home boy
Got bricks all in my fender, bricks all in my floorboard
And you know a nigga paid a low for it ...but respect me, I can't go for it
All my hoes will fly for it, all my niggas will die for it
I can tell a killer when I see one, you can say Gucci got an eye for it.
[Hook]
I might not buy a new Mercedes, but I'ma drive your ass crazy
That's something she just done phase me
The way she suck it, so amazing
I'm bout to drive a bitch crazy,
That's something she just done phase me
I'm bout to make a bitch pay me, pay me
You taking care of nigga baby
I'm bout to drive a bitch crazy