Lyrical Breakdown of Hell Yea - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hell Yea" 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 "Hell Yea" 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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A thousand bales of that mid shit, hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell yeah
This that President Bush shit, hell yeah
A thousand bales of that mid shit, hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell yeah
This that President Bush shit, hell yeah
This that Obama kush shit
My girlfriend think she President Bush bitch
Hell yeah, and I'm gone off that lean shit
My brother Duke keep on sending me that green shit
Fuck jail, Gucci time and I'm hood rich
I'm in that zone six, I throw it like the first pitch
My yellow 'Rari in the front and I parked it
A black chick in some heels match the carpet
I'm pulling up to the club like I own it
Ain't with that bullshit, Gucci don't condone it
My tolerance get low with the flexing
I woke up, bought my main chick a Lexus
A thousand bales of that mid shit, hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell yeah
This that President Bush shit, hell yeah
A thousand bales of that mid shit, hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell yeah
This that President Bush shit, hell yeah
I be the Brick Squad youngin', leave you stanking like a Funyun
On these other rap niggas, toe like a bunion
I'm BS and you BS, but I'm Brick Squad and you bullshit
Pistol like my chaperone, we going on a school trip
Places that you never seen, blowing on that stupid green
Rolling on a stupid bean, hit the scene in limousines
Codeine, promethazine, diamonds in my pinky ring
Nigga what the fuck you mean? Brick Squad dream team
I got money to blow, naw I ain't Drizzy
Money make the world go 'round, that's why I'm dizzy
Standing behind Gucci, Flock, they like who is he?
Slim Dunkin in this motherfucker, cut the cheese and
A thousand bales of that mid shit, hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell yeah
This that President Bush shit, hell yeah
A thousand bales of that mid shit, hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell yeah
This that President Bush shit, hell yeah
It's big Gucci, excuse me while I ball
Until my release my nigga, no lights out
Lights out, creep on in silence
Why do I promote violence?
While nonviolent, while my tattoo smiling
To remind me of the time they robbed me
With no problems, now my problem solving
Is revolving around all these continents
And my company stretch from here to Compton
To Bouldercrest, but Burger Hut'll say Brompton
That's something to those who have nothing
No bluffing, Brick Squad no cuffing
It's Gucci!
A thousand bales of that mid shit, hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell yeah
This that President Bush shit, hell yeah
A thousand bales of that mid shit, hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell yeah
This that President Bush shit, hell yeah