Lyrical Breakdown of Ladies (Feat. Lee Fields & The Expressions) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ladies (Feat. Lee Fields & The Expressions)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how J. Cole weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ladies (Feat. Lee Fields & The Expressions)" 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 J. Cole employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Yeah, hey, look When she talks, she's so close-minded All she wanna do is shop, She's so clothes-minded Wanna cop the latest 'fore them other hoes find it Material girl yet somehow I don't mind it Probably 'cause she so fine it'll blow your mind She black and Pocahontas, laid back and blow that chronic Ass so fat, wanna tat my logo on it So any other nigga that tap will know it's mine I put in work overtime Let me cut, mow the lawn, guarantee I blow your mind She tried to play me 'til she learned I wrote a rhyme "That's a nigga from the Ville that I heard that Hova signed The rap from Lebron, oh, girl, that boy the bomb No chain around his neck, but better watch out for the charm" You're not my daughter, um, but you can be my baby Summertime, wintertime, anytime, we looking for them ladies Yeah, ayy with your fat-ass booty and your pretty-ass weave Yeah, now I ain't tricking but I got a couple tricks under my sleeve Yeah, now clap your hands one time if you know you look good Yeah, now if you from the suburbs or the hood Yeah, ayy, look She said, "I got a man," well, baby, I don't give a fuck See, me, I understand and I ain't tryna split you up Okay, give me your number and later I'ma hit you up If you sleep, I'll get you up, ride over and pick you up If it's clean. I'll lick you up, yeah, do you research I'll rock that ass to sleep and have you sleeping in my t-shirt Just came home from getting my South Beach on You know I ran the streets like a dog without a leash on She tryna get her freak on, come hop up on this ski jet You scared of that water or you just scared to get your weave wet? Barely got your feet wet, yes, I know where we headed Tryna see you throw it back, let's check your reflexes Good Lord, didn't know what I was in for You could be my cuddy buddy, baby, what are friends for? I speed up up the tempo, them other niggas lazy Can't fuck with nothing younger than the '80s I'm, grown and I'm lookin' for some ladies Ladies, yeah, with your fat-ass booty and your pretty-ass weave Yeah, it ain't no tricking but I got a couple tricks under my sleeve Hey, and clap your hands one time if you know you look good Yeah, look, now if you from the suburbs or the hood I'm lookin' for some Hey, girl, what's your name? Oh, wow, you look so nice I know your man is satisfied Ayy, young lady, what's your name? Oh wow, I know your man is pleased all the way down to his knees And what's your name? Tell me, I know your man is worried About where you are tonight, huh Well, ladies, all of you ladies All over the world I want you to help me sing this, here we go Ladies Beautiful ladies Oh, ladies All you ladies Beautiful ladies