Lyrical Breakdown of Troopers - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Troopers" 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 "Troopers" 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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Cardo got wings
There's work on the phone
Tell my mama that I might not make it home
Me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch
Me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch
Me and my troopers
I said there's work on the phone
Somebody tell my mama I may not make it home
Me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch
Me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch
Me and my troopers
If that's your real nigga, he gon' slide for you
If that's your real nigga, he gon' die for you
You ain't gotta question when it's brackin'
Just point me in the direction when it's action
Day ones in the sandbox
From breakin' through into the padlocks
To burners in the stashbox
Your whole hood, mascots
My whole hood, mad Watts
That's gang, gang, gang
We politic, on missions
Don't hang, hang, hang
We got bad bitches, too huh
And they blast bitches, too huh
And they shoot the Fed one, too huh
We can take it there, too huh
Niggas win some and lose some
Just went half on the new drum
Summer time is over, do huh
Double back when the news come
There's work on the phone
Tell my mama that I might not make it home
Me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch
Me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch
Me and my troopers
I said there's work on the phone
Somebody tell my mama I may not make it home
Me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch
Me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch
Me and my troopers
Back door, back though
Eastside we go back door
What you wanna act for?
You get what you ask for
Ballin' in the game now
Eastside we go back door
Nothin' is the same now
Motherfuckin' task force
Came up and I went back
Changed up, never did that
If it's take off, yeah I did that
Blew a half a mil, yeah I did that
On a blade girl, is you with that?
Ten toes on the pavement
Sell your soul, in a daze and
Shacked up like a cavemen
Troopers on deck
Secure the bag
We plant the flags
So what we on next?
What we on next?
Rock bottom, from the NG's
Hand guns on the ten speed
R.I.P. to my dead homies
Loyalty is all we need, yeah
There's work on the phone
Tell my mama that I might not make it home
Me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch
Me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch
Me and my troopers
I said there's work on the phone
Somebody tell my mama I may not make it home
Me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch
Me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch
Me and my troopers