Lyrical Breakdown of Hoodbooger - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Imagine me if I got it If my nine stop busting, imagine me with a shotty Imagine me with your shorty Bumping "God's Whisper" by Raury Probably be with Yeah, too many hoes on my D-I-C-K I run the game like V-I-C-K You ain't talking shit, no habla Englais I can cock that thing back and pon de replay I'ma be the man, and I know that you feel it Fast-forward, in five years in LA in a Bentley I been a Renaissance, finna send a bomb Hit him in his arm, leg, head, nigga swam oceans for the commas Oh my Jesus, the tops in the gray coupe And when you hit the gas, that shit growl like a gray wolf I'm murdering the game like Beowulf, what you saying? You 'bout to get slayed, hop out the roof with the woof Boy, I be happy with nothing, imagine me if I got it Say if my nine stop busting, imagine me with the shotty I been pushing this Pontiac, imagine me in the 'Rari Bumping "God's Whisper" by Raury, probably be with a shorty It's probably Tuesday night, she probably pull up at Follies I probably pop me a, nah, she probably pop her a molly And then she just a hood booger, probably claim she exotic The only thing that's exotic is all this weed in my pocket, but she fine Ain't nun better than a bad ass chick with the check Nun badder than a bad bish wit the check, ain't nun better than a bad ass bish with the check nun badder than a bad ass chick with the Twenty-three dollars in my pockets, I'm rich as fuck Cause my nigga just hit me from the pen and I hooked him up Fast-forward ten years, we hopping out of the matte black truck Black lips, dark abyss in my cup Wrist sick cause I shit like 2 Bitches, 1 Cup You a witness, I been had bitches like Pac and Clinton I Ibaka your shot to give dick to Ms. Hilson Do the Pretty Girl Rock with this shit in your kidneys Blow the clit to oblivion, guess I'm talking belligerent Head off, I'm so ignorant, please state your significance Ain't no harmony, thug, but my bone is the busiest Hit my phone, I'm lonely inside expensive interior Boy, I be happy with nothing, imagine me if I got it Say if my nine stop busting, imagine me with the shotty I been pushing this Pontiac, imagine me in the 'Rari Bumping "God's Whisper" by Raury, probably be with a shorty It's probably Tuesday night, she probably pull up at Follies I probably pop me a, nah, she probably pop her a molly And then she just a hood booger, probably claim she exotic The only thing that's exotic is all this weed in my pocket, but she fine