Lyrical Breakdown of Riding Dirty - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Riding Dirty" 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 "Riding Dirty" 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.
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Fuck an informer, fuckin' told ya, fuckin' cockroaches
I ain't eyeballing shit, nah, it all mine nigga
I ain't selling shit clean anymore nigga
Man I ain't eyeballing shit I let the scale do it (fuck that shit)
Man I ain't riding cross the country I let the mail do it (say what)
I know them cops on my chop, But I just sell music
These niggas don't have heart to fight, they'd rather let 12 do it
I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six niggas (fosho)
I feel like a one man army I got like six clips nigga
You know one than bout lil pimpin' nigga, he never slippin' nigga
I come through light up your block like it was christmas nigga (Wooooho)
Riding Dirty man they said that I had 9 Birdies, 9 Birdies
Man they tryna' catch me Riding Dirty, Riding Dirty
Got 2 guns you know I'm Riding Dirty
Riding Dirty, Riding Dirty, nigga Riding Dirty
Riding Dirty, man them folks so I sent nine birdies
Nine birdies, thats the verdict nigga, nine birdies, nine birdies nigga
Man I got this dirty 30, dirty pistol, I'm a motherfuckin' dirty nigga
Dirty nigga i spent like 80 thousand for Bart Simpson
I was tripping' then I went and spent a whole million
Whole million yeah I got a whole buncha green bills
Got a fork and I got them bands in them
I wish I would catch a nigga with his hands in it
Find that nigga dead with his fuckin' pants in it
Send a box to ya papa with a hundred grand in it
He came back in the north he fill with them PT's in it
That gucci gas man you ain't gon have a seed in it
That gucci gas man you ain't gon have a seed in it
I'm sittin' on top of Bentley you know I'm sippin' (sippin', sippin', sippin')
Pour some lean on her titties now they sticky (sticky, sticky, sticky)
Riding Dirty man they said that I had 9 Birdies, 9 Birdies
Man they tryna' catch me Riding Dirty, Riding Dirty
Got 2 guns you know I'm Riding Dirty
Riding Dirty, Riding Dirty, nigga Riding Dirty
Riding Dirty, man them folks so I sent nine birdies
Nine birdies, thats the verdict nigga, nine birdies, nine birdies nigga
Man I got this dirty 30, dirty pistol, I'm a motherfuckin' dirty nigga
Dirty nigga i spent like 80 thousand for Bart Simpson
I was tripping' then I went and spent a whole million
Whole million yeah I got a whole buncha green bills
Got a fork and I got them bands in them