Lyrical Breakdown of Pyrex Pot - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pyrex Pot" 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 "Pyrex Pot" 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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Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)
Big Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare)
Let's get it (Let's get it)
Half a brick in a Pyrex pot
Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot
Two pounds of the light green mid
Junkie never seen a nick so big
I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up
Uh! I'm goin' on a Trap-A-Thon
Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don
Uh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag
So if you look at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass
Uh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter
Run trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle
Uh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey
Gucci Mane I'm the baller of the fucking century
Uh, iced out like Babe an' them
I can sell mo' records than Shade an' them
Uh, Gucci Mane youse a cocky fella
I make it rain so you better get'cha umba-rella
Uh, and my watch is on another level
Clusters of diamonds and they brush together
Uh, why you talk so much shit?
Uh, yo bitch, 'cause I'm so rich
Half a brick in a Pyrex pot
Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot
Two pounds of the light green mid
Junkie never seen a nick so big
I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up
Okay somethin' white like Michael Jackson
Bust the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin'
Gucci Mane got the lone ticket
Run stack for the midget nigga fuck with me, uh
Shawty say he short a couple stacks
The diamond chain on my neck is doin' jumpin' jacks, uh
Yo' money short like Spud Webb
Bend down nigga broke nigga need help, uh
My money tall like Dikembe
Gucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh
More dope than CVS
Still makin' moves, thuggin' with S-Y-S, uh
All my shows better be whippin' up
J's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh
And me and Cad in a Hum-Vee
Yellow diamonds got me lookin' like a bumblebee, uh
Half a brick in a Pyrex pot
Tryin' to make me a dope boy knot
Two pounds of the light green mid
Junkie never seen a nick so big
I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up
Gucci got a plug, for the square face
Got them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs
Got the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens
We got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne
Gucci on the grind, catch me at the spot
Got some cocaine jumpin' out the damn pot
Get some cool water, it's too damn hot
All I want for Christmas is the dopeman knot
Hustle harder, be smarter
We gon' eat when I bring it out the water
36 O's, for the 17
Five for the drive, 17-5