Lyrical Breakdown of All Night - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "All Night" 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 "All Night" 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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Yeah, anybody seen my drink? Oh, we goin' all night tonight (oh' I got it) I'm on that white though (all night nigga) Nah, for real though (talk to 'em, nigga) I'm talkin' breakin' down a brick, yeah' to hit a lick, yeah In love with the bitch, but she still a trick' yeah (yeah) That ass sittin' right, yeah, I wanna bite, yeah (yeah) I could fuck it right, yeah, all night, yeah, uh Gotta let them nigga know, boy, you got that dough, boy Fuck what you heard, you ain't nothin' to hold boys Before I seen them O, boy, I was a poor boy Drop a top in the hood, yeah, I'm talkin' dope boy (ah) I be making hits, man, like a hitman What you say about them dollars? They can suck a dick, man Keep my dawg on the collar 'cause that boy a pit, man Streets get deep, yeah, I'm talking quicksand (yeah) Straight up out the hood, yeah, I'm ridin' wood, yeah Rose gold with the pointers, yeah, I'm lookin' good, yeah Self-made, self-paid, yeah, it's understood, yeah It's W-A-N-W, I wish a nigga would, yeah You' bout your issue? Is you gon' shine e'ry night? Phone off, grind it up and get it right Don't do no snitchin', don't do no trickin', don't do no lackin' Don't do no cappin', it's all night, let's get it crackin' (yeah) Came up on a milli', yeah, I'm a millionaire (yeah) I can see the envy, yeah, through these Cartiers (through the Cartiers) Neighborhood style, like catch me rockin' cashmere (cashmere) Extravagant shop, I can't buy shit from last year (no) She can heal the pain when I hit like advil ('vil) I drop to explain, and I charge for adlibs (adlibs) I hop on the plane, show the whole world my drip (my drip) Talkin' 'bout her brain when I said she give lip (lip) I got in my bag, this a whole lot of chips (uh) Speedin' in the whip, I got way too many whips (too many) Fans across the world, I get paid to take a trip (trip) You don't trust these suckers, if you play, you gon' get flipped You 'bout your issue? Is you gon' shine every night? Phone off, grind it up and get it right Don't do no snitchin', don't do no trickin', don't do no lackin' Don't do no cappin', it's all night, let's get it crackin' (yeah) I'm talkin' breakin' down a brick, yeah, to hit a lick, yeah In love with the bitch, but she still a trick, yeah (yeah) That ass sittin' right, yeah, I wanna bite, yeah (yeah) I could fuck it right, yeah, all night, yeah, uh What's up? (hmm) Yeah (104 did that, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) yeah All night You gon' get up tomorrow, do it again, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah