Lyrical Breakdown of On Us - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "On Us" 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 "On Us" 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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It's party at my mansion, we got drinks on us
It's a party, bring the gas, we got on us
Got gas, got molly, got lean, got pills
Got racks on racks on us
It's party at my mansion, drinks on us
I like the way she dance and
You need to come with us
It's 1017 Brick Squad
We got everything on us
On us, on us, on us, on us, on us
It's a party at my mansion, drinks on us
It's a party at my mansion
Pull up in a Panoramic
I'm pourin' up promethazine, codeine
I'mma drug addict
Look at him with all them chains on
Don't fuck with him, might get rained on
Meet the plug in Hong Kong
I'm back and forth like Ping-Pong
Run with the money like Priest Holmes
All ya'll niggas some peons
Your bitch got me on a ringtone
I call the plug and get three zones
I smoke 'em up cause I'm paranoid
My glasses on, they Tom Ford
My blunt long, extension cord
Got gas got lean and everybody know it
Got gas, got molly, got lean, got pills
Got racks on racks on us
It's party at my mansion, drinks on us
I like the way she dance and
You need to come with us
It's 1017 Brick Squad
We got everything on us
On us, on us, on us, on us, on us
It's a party at my mansion, drinks on us
I'mma real trap nigga
Surrounded by pistols and killers
Sellin' that dope that'll kill ya
It'll have you lookin' like
Michael from Thriller
You still buying bottles of liquor
I'm coppin' that lean by the liter
I'm smoking on reefer
Show love to my people, pull up in the Lotus
I look like a creature
Got cash on me, no Visa
My diamonds wet, Aquafina
Got molly, got gas, got xan
I whip the coke, cool it with the fan
All the jewelry on us
Niggas gon' plot to run up
Not sayin' that I can't get touched
But run up and watch you get bust
Got gas, got molly, got lean, got pills
Got racks on racks on us
It's party at my mansion, drinks on us
I like the way she dance and
You need to come with us
It's 1017 Brick Squad
We got everything on us
On us, on us, on us, on us, on us
It's a party at my mansion, drinks on us