Lyrical Breakdown of That's That (feat. Kevin McCall) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "That's That (feat. Kevin McCall)" 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 "That's That (feat. Kevin McCall)" 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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Got dogs on the chains don't let em get loose Sippin rich man juice thats a fo and a deuce All my cars ain't got no roof And I plead not guilty they ain't got no proof Look in my closet I ain't got no suits Two thousand dollar shirt, four thousand dollar boots Broke ass nigga ain't got no clue I'm so rich I could buy yo troops Gucci going broke? You a god damn fool Bitch so bad I'mma put her through school These rap niggas dont move like me When I move hundred y'all niggas gone move You can run up but what it gon' prove? Gucci Mane put you on the god damn news Whole lotta ice and buncha tattoos If ya choose me baby than ya know ya cain't lose Baby got that fat back, and that's that Pocket got them fat stacks, and that's that Pull up in a whats that, and that's that Worth a million bust that, and that's that (If its my show than the club packed, and that's that) (And ya might not get yo bitch back, and that's that) (Yeah I'm smokin' on that loud pack, and that's that) (That's dro-oh-oh) Gotta bitch so bad, look ya give her note pad Write it down on the book cause the bitch so bad Front seat of the jag and her boyfriend mad Sliding down South Beach with the Georgia tag Swag so bad she'll ignore yo ass Bossed up bitch employ yo ass Red bottom heels and they match her bag And she ridin' round the city just droppin' off swag Real fat ass, do you got a man? I gotta ask I gotta ask Hunned yard dash for the cash I threw And my car so fast I'll lose yo ass Ho so bad that she got you blinded Kill her with kindness ya buyin her diamonds Oh my I like the way you bend Bitch so fine I'mma move her in Hold up stop man damn I'm trippin' Last thing I need to do is move that bitch in Game work good, and real soon What can I say baby I'mma tycoon Gucci Mane I ain't finna jump no broom But tell ya girlfriend she can jump in too Whole lotta ice and bunch of tattoos If ya choose me baby then ya know ya cain't lose Baby got that fat back, and that's that Pocket got them fat stacks, and that's that Pull up in a whats that, and that's that Worth a million bust that, and that's that (If its my show than the club packed, and that's that) (And ya might not get yo bitch back, and that's that) (Yeah I'm smokin' on that loud pack, and that's that) (That's dro-oh-oh)