Lyrical Breakdown of It's Pouring - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "It's Pouring" 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 "It's Pouring" 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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Huh, huh Huh Another day, another dollar Yeah Another night, another check, Gucci Yawn, it's borin' (yeah) There's no comp', wake me up, I'm snorin' Six rings on, you can call me Robert Horry (Zone 6) Still bustin' bricks down, Zone 6 quarry (well, damn) Whippin' up a brick, yeah, I'm workin' with the forky (skrrt-skrrt) Iced-out dog, same size as a Yorkie (wow) Whippin' up a brick, yeah, I'm workin' with the forky (skrrt, it's Gucci, baby) Iced-out dog, same size as a Yorkie (wow) The dope game's greezy, but the rap game's easy (yeah) If I'm not trappin', God, stop my breathin' Somebody girl gettin' fucked this evenin' (yeah) Six rings on and my iced-out Breitling (go, go) Grill look lightnin', chest look frightenin' (style) AR-15s, so we're not fightin' it (no, no) Brand-new Porschie, workin' my forky (skrrt, skrrt) White and black chain, same color your Jordans (brr, brr) So Icey boys, we get high like Martians (damn) Probably can't pull 'em, but I bet my car can (it's Gucci) Tall, rich Black man, nineteen stacks, man (yeah, yeah) Add two tax, man, twenty-one racks, man (yeah, Gucci) Yawn, it's borin' (yeah) There's no comp', wake me up, I'm snorin' Six rings on, you can call me Robert Horry (Zone 6) Still bustin' bricks down, Zone 6 quarry (well, damn) Whippin' up a brick, yeah, I'm workin' with the forky (skrrt-skrrt) Iced-out dog, same size as a Yorkie (wow) Whippin' up a brick, yeah, I'm workin' with the forky (skrrt, it's Gucci, baby) Iced-out dog, same size as a Yorkie (wow) I hopped out the truck, throwed up 'cause I'm iced up (ugh) Money blewed up, sack stretch like a tour bus (ugh) Hoes adore us, they chauffeur us We sure 'nough tough, I'm so Kushed up (brr) I'm so iced up (brr), damn, I'm freezin' Red diamonds on me, so my chest just bleedin' (well, damn) Tats everywhere, baby boo, I'm sleevin' With one gat, one shot, one reason (pow) Gucci change cars every time it change seasons (damn) I think I'm gettin' the bird flu, damn, I'm sneezin' (ha-choo) Ha-choo, gesundheit, I'm cheesin' My jewelry real pretty like my little niece is (it's Gucci) Yawn, it's borin' (yeah) There's no comp', wake me up, I'm snorin' Six rings on, you can call me Robert Horry (Zone 6) Still bustin' bricks down, Zone 6 quarry (well, damn) Whippin' up a brick, yeah, I'm workin' with the forky (skrrt-skrrt) Iced-out dog, same size as a Yorkie (wow) Whippin' up a brick, yeah, I'm workin' with the forky (skrrt, it's Gucci, baby) Iced-out dog, same size as a Yorkie (wow) Iced-out heart, man, red diamonds gorgeous (wow) The bezel on my watch got me thinkin' I'm important (bling, blaow) Shorty hatin' on us 'cause he know he can't afford it Rings and the chains, this a Zaytoven recordin' (Ziggy) '74, restored it, rollin' down Moreland (uh) Headed up Custer, I'm finna pick Juice up (Juice) Yeah, you heard the old shit, this the new stuff (biatch) Still in the Libra doin' the same old two-step (uh) Gucci frames, Gucci belt, rappers need Gucci help (Gucci) Jumpin' out my 'Vette lookin' oh so debonair Ten stacks, twenty stacks, sell 'em by the twenty pack Gucci took the rap game from me, he won't give it back, it's Gucci Yawn, it's borin' (yeah) There's no comp', wake me up, I'm snorin' Six rings on, you can call me Robert Horry (Zone 6) Still bustin' bricks down, Zone 6 quarry (well, damn) Whippin' up a brick, yeah, I'm workin' with the forky (skrrt-skrrt) Iced-out dog, same size as a Yorkie (wow) Whippin' up a brick, yeah, I'm workin' with the forky (skrrt, it's Gucci, baby) Iced-out dog, same size as a Yorkie (wow), it's Gucci