Lyrical Breakdown of Girls, Girls, Girls - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Je t'adore, Je t'adore, Jay-Z Course I love you, I love all y'all Hehehe, hehehe, for real I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour, yeah I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam So she call me cabron, plus marricon Said she likes to cook rice so she likes me home I'm like, "Un momento, mami, slow up your tempo" I got this Black chick, she don't know how to act Always talkin' out her neck, makin' her fingers snap She like, "Listen Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap You better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me" I got this French chick that love to French kiss She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist Ma cherie amour, tu es belle Merci, you're fine as fuck, but you givin' me hell I got this Indian squaw, the day that I met her Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather? She said, "All you need to know is I'm not a ho And to get with me, you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough" Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian and Black That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn, I'm gettin' fat Arroz con pollo, french fries and crêpes An appetite for destruction but I scrape the plate (I love) Girls, girls, girls, girls (uh-huh) Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that coupe, sittin' on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll, c'mon I got this young chick, she so immature She like, "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?" Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her holla Got a project chick that plays her part And if it goes down, y'all, that's my heart Baby girl so thorough, she been with me from the start Hid my drugs from the NARCs, hid my guns by the parts I got this model chick that don't cook or clean But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean Only thing wrong with ma, she's always on the scene Goddamn, she's fine, but she parties all the time I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick She look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick She gives me extra pillows and seat-back love So I had to introduce her to the mile high club Now that's young chick, stewardess, project and model That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tae-bo That means I'm new school, pop pills and stay in beef But I never have a problem with my first class seat (I love) Girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that coupe, sittin' on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the house A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out (What you doin', daddy?) Got a chick from Peru, that sniff Peru She got a cousin at customs that get shit through Got this weedhead chick, she always catch me doin' shit Crazy girl, wanna leave me, but she always forgets, heh Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick 'Cause she kept bootleggin' my shit, man I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull She like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?" I'm like, "Excuse me, Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass You was dead broke and naked, and now you want half" I got this ho that after twelve million sold Mami's a narcolyptic, always sleepin' on Hov Gotta tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow I got so many girls across the globe (I love) Girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that coupe, sittin' on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, girls