Lyrical Breakdown of Too Fast (Pull Over) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Too Fast (Pull Over)" 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 "Too Fast (Pull Over)" 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.
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Yeah, mami
Mami
Ay dios mío, mami
Yeah
Ay dios mío (Mustard on the beat, ho)
Move it, move, you too slow, bruh (slow, bruh)
Update, time to V8 the motor (motor)
Everybody asking where I get the dope from (dope, dope)
Update, I ain't never told no one (yeah)
No sweat when you doing what you're 'posed to do ('posed to do)
No stress when I'm checking up on every move (every move)
Jumping out the moon roof to the solar (solar)
I can see you niggas starting over
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Yes Lord, feelin' like a new man (yes, Lord)
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the
Six trey, rag top with the candy paint
In your bitch face, eat the cake, Anna Mae
Niggas acting animated, I might have to draw the weapon (on the set)
Send a stepper up the stairway to Heaven (I'm a vet)
Put up pole dancer in a Mercedes
She wanna watch P Valley and go half on a baby
I had to play her to the left flag in my right pocket
Space in my waist for the rocket, don't get out pocket
Yep, yeah, you don't want that
It's giving what it's giving, no kizzy
I ain't never seen an ass like that
Stomach on snatch, swinging 1942 like a baseball bat (Rock)
I send 'em home running
The brain ain't grade A, I don't know nothing (I don't know nothing)
Niggas talking heavy, this a feather on my wing
Vvs diamond, Eastside, Johnny, I'm him (I mean)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Yes Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the (Latto)
Sitting behind five percent tint (yeah)
Might pull up to the party, pay a bad bitch rent
We ain't blood, we ain't kin, don't be be calling me, "Sis" (what?)
First bitch sneak diss, first block get bent (bent)
Latto not a little one (yeah)
Bitches want a come up, ain't gon give 'em one (yeah)
Pull up in the skrrt then I pull off in a different one (uh-huh)
A bigger one, expensive one, a Lamb-ie or something (what?)
Put a switch on that ass like a granny or something (brrt)
Niggas getting knocked out
Signed to RCA but I be feeling like a Top Dawg
Probably getting topped off somewhere where with the top off
Never did the talking, always been the one they talk 'bout (whoa)
Pull over, that ass too fat (too fat)
Fuck 'em good, pat myself on the back (uh-huh)
This a hell of a cat, no scatt (skrrt)
I look like a Barbie, act just like a brat
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Yes Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the
Makaveli, pack a valley
I done died and went to Heaven
Came back in the 1963 Chevy with gold Pirellis
I just wanted something better, anything to feed my belly
Now I got the seat at the table, ain't shit you can tell me (yeah)
Baby, I'm a whole problem (baby, I'm a whole)
Put a lotta people on (put a lotta people on)
Gotta keep a, keep a round (gotta keep a, keep a round)
Don't panic when I hit the, hit the bomb up
I was up dumb late waiting for a bag, chasing
A birdie on my shoulder told me, "Slow up, it's about patience"
Fourth quarter, throwing lobs out of desperation
(I was lost, nigga)
That's why I love you, girl (I swear to God)
Pour the SelvaRey all on you, girl (let's go)
Move it, move, you too slow, bruh (slow, bruh)
Update, time to V8 the motor (motor)
Everybody asking where I get the dope from (dope, dope)
Update, I ain't never told no one (yeah)
No sweat when you doing what you're 'posed to do ('posed to do)
No stress when I'm checking up on every move (every move)
Jumping out the moon roof to the solar (solar)
I can see you niggas starting over
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Yes Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the