Lyrical Breakdown of Bout That - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bout That" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jay Rock weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bout That" 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 Jay Rock 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 Jay Rock's narrative.

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Nigga I'm 'bout that, 'bout that, 'bout that X2 Nigga I'm bout that, show you why I'm 'bout that. No mask, dirty pistols show you why I'm 'bout that. I'm in the hood all day broken plumbing Sew a nigga down for anything just to get some money The homie cousin down from Oklahoma, Trying to work him a spot. It ain't gone work in his favor if I don't see no paper I'm mad Frustrated, you can say doing bad Took a lost, to bounce back, I need a brick and a half You ain't gon' front me? I'm on your front steps like the mailman, better yet your backdoor You dead on your back porch Cooperate or get laid down Got nine ounces on the table, get 'em right now It's cutthroat in these projects, young niggas would rob they own uncle Blame it on the next nigga and kill 'em when they want to Raised in the jungle, orangutans and Rah-Rah Twelve-year-olds hold backpacks with Blah-Blahs You wonder why we act this way? It's the end of the month, you know that them check come late! I make everybody feel it when I'm on one Make 'em feel it when I'm on one I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I'm on one Nigga I'm 'bout that ('bout that), I show you why I'm 'bout that. No mask, dirty pistols show you why I'm 'bout that. I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I'm on one Two 11's turned to a 187 in a second when I'm wilding with the Wesson Don't believe me? Ask the last dead nigga for a reverend Smokers up the block, with a lot, of change and shit Got a dime, need a dub, I need change and shit Same clothes, three days I never change for shit Got to code a scheme to snatch a nigga chain then split Like I catch him off guard trying to floss at the mall Them some nice shines, nigga, take that off! (man, my grand momma gave me that chain) Sometimes you got to Re-up to make that back Got to grind overtime just to pick up that slack I sold some to the hommie momma, lost a couple customers Narcs in V-necks fit in just to fuck with us Identifying hustlers Now I made small time, small nine, still ain't slop-py I'm strapped at the swap meet 'Cuz niggas know I (BANG!) Better use it Mother Fucker or I'mma bust your (BANG!) Nigga I'll be damned if a Nigga don't eat out here Slang crack, slang water, slang weed out here Slang pussy, slang meth, slang E out here Catch him at the light, right before his cars switch gears ScHoolboy Q, tell 'em we ain't thinking 'bout no fair warns ([ScHoolboy Q] Ready to rock 'em, bring them choppers, knock him out his Air 1's) Pistol poppers make them helicopters into AirComm Yelling out redruM, Murder! Murder! Get me in that window then I, Serve ya! Serve ya! Scurve in that 'Burban Swerving like curse 'em Fuck that double back, slap it in park Hop out, blam blam, hop back in before it get dark In broad daylight Nigga What's your day like Nigga I'm surrounded by nighttime hustlers and daylight killers Daylight skrilla, whenever them chips ain't straight Make 'em stip like Magic City on a monday! Rock!!