Lyrical Breakdown of .38 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of ".38" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jeezy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in ".38" 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 Jeezy 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 Jeezy's narrative.

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I don't think they know the time Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign Heard they going for the 30 straight I can't lie, man that shit got me 38 Red hot, on fire Glass pot, on fire Red dot, on fire 5 shots, on fire Ooh oh, your boy back And he way to flashy, got my toys back Nigga I just left the lot, I aint come to play He pull me from my dealer tag, fuck you trying to say Know some niggas doing 10, blame it on the yay Clip hold half a hundred, blame it on the K Still the realest nigga any, these niggas CB4 This is fuck a nigga records, and I'm the CEO Got them stack long and wide, like some Lego blocks Say you need a real home, this my lego spot You ever seen so much money in a duffle bag? Soon as you open up the ship, the bitch will double brag I don't think they know the time Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign Heard they going for the 30 straight I can't lie, man that shit got me 38 Red hot, on fire Glass pot, on fire Red dot, on fire 5 shots, on fire I'm in that purple Lam', looking like some dirty Sprite Catch them bastards with them birds, yeah that rowdy white Where I'm from them things hot, and that talk is cheap And aint nobody hearing shit, cause they trying to eat All they can eat, buffet style Nigga selling anything, buffet wild DB9 stupid grill, yeah that overbite Need me 9 stupid deals, this shit is overpriced Got it vacuum sealed up, that's the hide the scent So much that if they pull you over, smell it through the vent If them people hit them lights, I be a nervous wreck When you don't fear nothing but the lights, now that's a nervous check I don't think they know the time Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign Heard they going for the 30 straight I can't lie, man that shit got me 38 Red hot, on fire Glass pot, on fire Red dot, on fire 5 shots, on fire