Lyrical Breakdown of Ratchet Ass Mouth - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ratchet Ass Mouth" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Ice Cube weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ratchet Ass Mouth" 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 Ice Cube 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 Ice Cube's narrative.
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To all the young homies tryna hang out
Never date a bitch with a ratchet-ass mouth (never)
To all the young homies tryna hang out
Never date a bitch with a ratchet-ass mouth
Never date a bitch with a ratchet-ass mouth
Sit your ass down, big booty to the south
Never date a bitch with a ratchet-ass mouth
Sit your ass down, big booty to the south
Hey young punk, listen to your unc'
Keep your mind off that junk in the trunk
Keep your mind on the grind, straight as a monk
While bitches get high and hos get drunk
Get your money right and here they ass come
When you pick one, nigga, don't be dumb
Don't just look at the ass and the titties
Make sure the conversation don't make you dizzy
Make sure the bitch ain't ditsy
Smellin' like whiskey, livin' for the city
Fuck bein' pretty, if she act shitty
Yo, drop her ass off like, "Bye, bitch, I'm busy"
Hit the gas, go get one that'll listen
The one that'll make you a plate in the kitchen
Go get a girl that wanna be a girl
Don't pick a girl that wanna be Earl
To all the young homies tryna hang out
Never date a bitch with a ratchet-ass mouth (never)
To all the young homies tryna hang out
Never date a bitch with a ratchet-ass mouth (never)
Never date a bitch with a ratchet-ass mouth
Sit your ass down, big booty to the south
Never date a bitch with a ratchet-ass mouth
Sit your ass down (sit your ass down), big booty to the south
She got a mouth like Too $hort, breath like Newports
Her perfume smell like child support
Super quick to dial the courts
And you know she got loud, of course
Hair from India, butt from Brazil
Eyelashes, camera roll kill
She'll have your ass eatin' oatmeal for every meal
Now you on every pill
Tryna beat the hypertension
Leavin' that bitch was the right decision
Roosters don't take a lick from chickens
Bald eagles don't fuck with pigeons
To all the young homies tryna hang out
Never date a bitch with a ratchet-ass mouth (never)
To all the young homies tryna hang out
Never date a bitch with a ratchet-ass mouth (never)
Never date a bitch with a ratchet-ass mouth
Sit your ass down, big booty to the south
Never date a bitch with a ratchet-ass mouth
Sit your ass down, big booty to the south