Lyrical Breakdown of Trippin' - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Trippin'" 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 "Trippin'" 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, yeah
I said yeah, nigga, yeah
I'm trippin', I'm trippin'
I'm trippin', I'm trippin'
Carl, what up?
Round up, nigga, look, look
What the fuck is up? Heard it's goin' down
Headed to my bitch house on the other side of town
Plus that Rémy got my head goin' 'round and 'round
Hundred miles an hour and I'm smellin' like a half a pound
Soon as I hit the door, she comin' out her panties
Got a nigga all excited like I won my first Grammy
I'm a boss motherfucker, I do it B-I-G
Tell King Kong he ain't got shit on me
Eighty-seven head to toe, I got that shit on me
And, yeah, your girl a real rider, she like to sit on me
I told her all this ice on, you can chill on me
And I don't want your bitch, ho, so you can chill on me
And if the nigga insecure, then you can count on Young
Hundred percent guaranteed that he won't get sprung
He was blowin' up her phone and she was on my lap
The way she blowin' on the boy, almost forgot my strap
I'm trippin', I'm trippin', I'm trippin', I'm trippin'
I'm trippin', I'm trippin', I'm trippin', and I don't know why
I'm trippin', I'm trippin', I'm trippin', I'm trippin'
I'm trippin', I'm trippin', I'm trippin', and I don't know why
I'm trippin', know I'm on my phone (Okay)
The way I switch up on these hoes, they call me Flipmode (Why?)
'Cause I bust 'em up (Okay), then I dig 'em out (Alright)
Then I roll a spliff (Talk to 'em), then I kick 'em out (For real)
Got my rider broad, I ain't bring the kittens out (Haha)
'Cause they get nervous when a nigga bring them spitters out (Blaow)
They say I'm trippin', I say, "Chill, baby, calm down" (Calm down)
Your soldier standin' at attention, get the man down
That nigga trippin', don't he call himself Young Houdini? (Houdini)
'Cause I don't play, I let it spray, I'm all about my pay (Blaow)
And if you think I'm trippin', fuck you, have a nice day (Fuck you)
And while you think I'm trippin', I be trippin' to the face
I'm trippin', I'm trippin', I'm trippin', I'm trippin'
I'm trippin', I'm trippin', I'm trippin', and I don't know why
I'm trippin', I'm trippin', I'm trippin', I'm trippin'
I'm trippin', I'm trippin', I'm trippin', and I don't know why