Lyrical Breakdown of Them Boyz Ain't Right - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Them Boyz Ain't Right" 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 "Them Boyz Ain't Right" 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 Gucci, huh
It's Gucci, Flocka, squad
Holiday season
It's Gucci, huh
It's Gucci, Flocka, squad
Holiday season
Them boys ain't right, the hood so crazy
These hoes so crazy, they still ain't nice
I swear these hoes ain't right
The boys sell cake as they whippin' up babies
And dodgin' cell cases, them boys trap tight
The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies
I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right
The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies
I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right
Sellin' that white, get everything together better have sh*t right
They don't fist fight, we don't throw right
We East Atlanta n*ggas and we like to throw dice (Holiday season)
They up all night, gone off X, sippin' that lean, thinkin' 'bout sex
I f*cked a lot of [?], so who's up next
I ain't tryna brag but Flocka's here flexin'
I'm flexin', I'm flexin', my bodies tatted up like a Mexican
And I got no heart like a tin man,
I killed ten men and their next of kin
Them boys ain't right, the hood so crazy
These hoes so crazy, they still ain't nice
I swear these hoes ain't right
The boys sell cake as they whippin' up babies
And dodgin' cell cases, them boys trap tight
The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies
I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right
The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies
I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right
I'm in love with nice lips and lip gloss
Short long hair, I don't care
I need a girl who can party all night with me
Real party girl this here can live in Flocka's world
Grab some girls for my homeboys
Bust it wide open for Brick Squad dope boys
Patron got me open, passion' out bins in VIP like I'm the pill man
Three chains on my neck, lime green flag I'm a Grove Street vet
See, that's a bet, you gon' get your ass wet
Girls screamin' out they love chief Waka's [?]
Them boys ain't right, the hood so crazy
These hoes so crazy, they still ain't nice
I swear these hoes ain't right
The boys sell cake as they whippin' up babies
And dodgin' cell cases, them boys trap tight
The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies
I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right
The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies
I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right
Them boys ain't right