Lyrical Breakdown of Parking Lot - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Parking Lot" 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 "Parking Lot" 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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You know the voice, you know the name nigga
DJ Holiday, Commission god, mixtape king, whatever you want to call me nigga
Just don't call me broke, I made a million off verbs and nouns nigga you know that
Y'all know what the fuck this nigga gon' do when he gets back
All red Bentley with the shoes, what you lil' boys got to prove
Jimmy Choo belt, bag, and boots, and my glasses Jimmy too
Y'all young boys y'all better move, Gucci Mane got shooters too
Crazy how my diamonds do, and I'm sittin' on 22's
Smokin' like Snoop Lion, I'm not lyin', man we fuck with Snoop
Higher than a giant, I'm not lyin', Pee Wee past the booth
I treat this dough like food, I hula-hoop producer cut the soup
I got mad at the world so I said fuck the world and fuck the room
I cross the country, jump across and cross you over alley-oop
A private plane with Gucci Mane, these hoes high as the altitude
RIP to Eazy-E cause them boys was my favorite crew
RIP to Pimp C, cause UGK still my favorite group
Hi my name is Gucci, AKA its Big Guwop
I'm a heavy drinker, yeah I drink codeine a lot
I'm a heavy smoker, yeah I pile green a lot
Yeah I like to gamble, I be out in Liv a lot
I just wanna ball, I be in the mall a lot
I just wanna stunt, I just killed the parking lot
Ball, ball, ball, I just wanna stunt a lot
I just kept the mall, I shut down the parking lot
Mack a hoe and turn her out, work her from the parking lot
Give her all she ever need, D.I.C around the clock
Never let her tell me no, keep her on that main track
Baby got that bang bang, My nigga Gucci Mane back
Makin' money, talkin' shit, is all a nigga wanna do
Plenty bitches in the club, waitin' to see what I'ma do
Roll it up, and pour it out, drink that shit until it fall
Don't matter, smoke shatter, blowin' money at the mall
Cake batter, hundred stacks
We just making flapjacks
If we blow it all, don't matter my nigga
We gon' make that shit right back
Floatin' like a submarine
Flying like a G6
Gucci called the Lion, cause he know I keep that G-shit
Hi my name is Gucci, AKA its Big Guwop
I'm a heavy drinker, yeah I drink codeine a lot
I'm a heavy smoker, yeah I pile green a lot
Yeah I like to gamble, I be out in Liv a lot
I just wanna ball, I be in the mall a lot
I just wanna stunt, I just killed the parking lot
Ball, ball, ball, I just wanna stunt a lot
I just kept the mall, I shut down the parking lot
Thank y'all for comin' out, god bless
Good night, DJ Holiday Guwap
I know you missed this shit
I appreciate each and everyone of y'all for rockin' with the team, nigga
We gone live forever, Zone 6 forever nigga, East Atlanta forever
My nigga Guwop is a god nigga, and I'm a king
We kill 'em