Lyrical Breakdown of I'm A Gangsta - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I'm A Gangsta" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Jadakiss weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I'm A Gangsta" 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 Jadakiss 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 Jadakiss's narrative.
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Bitch wasn't able to tell you what color the gators was
And uh, c'mon
I'm a gangster (yeah, motherfucker)
I'm a thug (uh, please believe)
I'm a pimp, girl (c'mon, let's go)
And I'm a hustler, a hustler (do it, do it, do it, do it, do it)
I'm a gangster (yeah, motherfucker)
I'm a thug (uh, please believe)
I'm a pimp, girl (c'mon, let's go)
And I'm a hustler, a hustler (do it)
Yo', I'm a gangsta 'cause I do gangsta shit
Matter o' fact from now on call me Gangsta Kiss
You already know I handle my business
Slay you then your man before the first candle's finished
Feel good when I walk through the hood
Best part is I don't gotta flow, I just talk to the hood
And I do alotta readin' and only eat pasta
Shrimp fettuccine and pine a la vaca
Came here talkin' slick, all that real shit
That's why I'm somethin' to deal with
Even though I wanted Gore to win
I can fuck with Bush though 'cause he gon' let the raw come in
Bigger the boss, bigger the picture
Bullets is bisexual 'cause they hit niggas and bitches
In a DeVille with dubs in the back on a cell phone riffin'
I'm all of the above, just listen
I'm a gangster (yeah, motherfucker)
I'm a thug (uh, please believe)
I'm a pimp, girl (c'mon, let's go)
And I'm a hustler, a hustler (do it, do it, do it, do it, do it)
I'm a gangster (yeah, motherfucker)
I'm a thug (uh, please believe)
I'm a pimp, girl (c'mon, let's go)
And I'm a hustler, a hustler (do it, do it, do it, do it, do it)
Yo, I'm a thug, so I blow on weed
Get money like it grow on trees
Have all these hoes roll on E
Some of my niggas even stole on D's
Work 12-hour shifts, just gimme the word
I get 12 cowards hit, never givin' a fuck
18's on the coupe, deuce o's on the truck
Tell P, hold the hammer while I handle the dice
Shoot him in his bandanna, he ain't gamblin' right
I need a 360 Medina, charcoal gray
Treat my guns like my dogs, let 'em bark all day
In a three floor condo with the spiral stairs
Made it past the front desk then the rifle's here
I'm the motherfuckin' big shot, I get down with a 17, 16, ten and a six shot
Fuck with Kiss get your wig rocked
And if you're smart, you'll bounce when my motherfuckin' shit drop
I'm a gangster (yeah, motherfucker)
I'm a thug (uh, please believe)
I'm a pimp, girl (c'mon, let's go)
And I'm a hustler, a hustler (do it, do it, do it, do it, do it)
I'm a gangster (yeah, motherfucker)
I'm a thug (uh, please believe)
I'm a pimp, girl (c'mon, let's go)
And I'm a hustler, a hustler (do it, do it, do it, do it, do it)
Yo, I'm a pimp, girl
Catch me at the bar with a bottle of Cuervo
Mami's rubbin' my webo and this is what got me the ass
Honey said her drink was hot
So, I put my watch in her glass
Then she ain't even wanna get breakfast
She just wanna hop right up in the truck and get reckless
Top from the club all the way to the exit
Ask me her name, couldn't tell you if I guessed it
My bitches don't know nothing, don't say nothing
And they pay for everything, I don't pay nothing
I'm a white tee pimp, fresh headband
Dirty Denim, Timberland, or a Nike pimp
I like to eat shrimp and I don't keep a broad
Long enough to love 'em, now dog that's some deep shit
'Cause I don't believe in hoes explorin'
No matter how bad you are, you gone in the mornin'
I'm a gangster (yeah, motherfucker)
I'm a thug (uh, please believe)
I'm a pimp, girl (c'mon, let's go)
And I'm a hustler, a hustler (do it, do it, do it, do it, do it)
I'm a gangster (yeah, motherfucker)
I'm a thug (uh, please believe)
I'm a pimp, girl (c'mon, let's go)
And I'm a hustler, a hustler