Lyrical Breakdown of Vice City (feat. Black Hippy) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Vice City (feat. Black Hippy)" 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 "Vice City (feat. Black Hippy)" 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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Big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit gon' be death of me Big problems, I must admit it Man, that shit gon' be death of me I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope I can't stand myself I just bought a new coat, I might go broke I can't stand myself Big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit... Turn me up Sin City, Sin City Sin City, Sin City Big money, big booty bitches Tell the truth, nigga, I'm lost without it Seven figures for a headline You want some stage time? We can talk about it Niggas actin' like they be rappin' Like nice on the mic, truly doubt it Go against the kid, y'all don't wanna live That decision is hella childish Rose gold for my old hoes They ain't satisfied then I sit 'em down 10th grade, I gave her all shade But now she got some ass, I wan' hit it now I don't lease, I just all out feast I put a blue Caprice on Gary Coleman Bomb head and some cheese eggs That's a new raise and a signing bonus Fall in this bitch Like some good pussy, can't stand myself So good, she so hood She a cheesehead, patty melt GED with some EBTs, and some DVDs That shit was happening She reel me in with some chicken wings And some collard greens, that shit was brackin' Just cracked me a new bitch Bust a new nut on her nigga's jersey My bitch get off at 9 o'clock So I had to shake her 'round 7:30 105, I'm stomping fast With these big guns, I'm hella dirty Get caught with this shit I ain't comin' home 'til like 2030 I got big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit gon' be death of me (Death of me) Big problems, I must admit it Man, that shit gon' be death of me (Death of me) Big dreams, no superstition Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me) I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope I can't stand myself I just bought a new coat, I might go broke I can't stand myself I just might ban myself I just might, God! I'm focused feeling blessed 'Cause my eyes be the truth I'm focused feeling blessed 'Cause my eyes be the truth Mental window blurry as a bitch Still lookin' out it So much money off the fuckin' books Could write a book about it Took a minute, no, wait a minute Lemme think about it 'Bout 10 years, Crips, Bloods Sweat and tears, and we still counting Had a real thick bitch named Brooklyn She fucked the whole squad Now every time I land in Brooklyn They fuck with the whole squad I'm more spiritual than lyrical I'm similar to Eli, why? 'Cause I'm wearin' black shades And I'm headed west with the word of God (Amen) Yeah, I think I'm finally ready to talk about it These niggas just talk about it Homie you don't play me for no fool Poppin' bottles like enemigos Os dios mio, I'm so cold Get so deep in that water, water They should call my johnson a harpoon Feed the needy, don't know graffiti Paint her walls like a cartoon Beat the pussy up so bad Send her home with some war wounds Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the back Goin' 'cross her head, bar stool Touch her soul 'til I curl her toes Then it's time to reload, then it's part two Damn near 30, still set trippin' cuz Where you're from? I'ma see about it Last year I made ten million That's where I've been, yeah, a private island Smoking something, on autopilot Got too many cars, I might crash a whip New 'Rari pedal barely tapping Nigga, vroom-vroom, yeah, I'm rich bitch Got two Rollies but one missing Think my daughter flossing, she in Kindergarten Got one crib worth two cribs And my front lawn, yeah, that's water fountain You be talking boss, saying big words Like philosophies, man you weird homie What it sounds to me that you broke as fuck And your bitch gon' leave and that's real homie I got big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit gon' be death of me (Death of me) Big problems, I must admit it Man, that shit gon' be death of me (Death of me) Big dreams, no superstition Man, that shit gon' be the death of me (Death of me) I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope I can't stand myself I just bought a new coat, I might go broke I can't stand myself I just might ban myself I just might, God! God!