Lyrical Breakdown of How We Rockin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "How We Rockin" 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 "How We Rockin" 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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When the fish tell it, out of Atlantic City And a car that cost a half a millie Trying to turn up too quick This spilled drink on my dick Bad bitch, on my right side, she flip it Damn you got some pretty titties And I love when she call Guwop big poppa Cause we fucking all night like Kim and Peggy Double cup of that candy Got a quarter pound of that good keef .Brain on her pussy And now her pussy sticky We just came back from Italy And the feds said they want to come get me But I'm feelin like big Micci .Still go clean like See my girl she was keeping two c's on it Her dollar card got two b's on it Plus all my cars got ounce on em But my lil boy's car got e's on it Your cd ain't got nothing on it Bought your cd, just to roll weed on it Your girl told me you ain't got nothing on me () That's how we rocking He drove up in Versace, shawty got some mans That's how we rocking He keep a chopper with him again That's how we rock it Bitch you so bad I don't care what I'm gone spend That's how we rockin This how we rocking, these hoes be jogging This how we rocking, bottles keep on popping This how we rocking, I take you shopping This how we rocking, had a trap house on the dead end I know you scared then, I bust you head in They said that Gucci man was broke, I told em nigga when Cause I was trapping on my house when I was only ten You say you beat then come see me I got that downright then And I would killer, killer, killer, kill again I told the feds that they lookin at a killer man My momma called me told me Gu-op you a wanted man I told her Gu-op ain't here, pop I got a plan ()