Lyrical Breakdown of HA (Hot Boyz Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "HA (Hot Boyz Remix)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Juvenile weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "HA (Hot Boyz Remix)" 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 Juvenile 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 Juvenile's narrative.
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Hm, you better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
You been known for fuckin' it up, ha
Them bad-ass 20's on your truck, ha, cost seven and up, ha
You tryin' to stay from out that place, ha
Make sure you got your money straight, ha, before it's too late, ha
You want your Momma livin' good, ha
Move your children out the hood, ha, to up in the woods, ha
Baby, post 70 off the hook, ha
Manny Fresh has possession, supposed to be up in the book, ha
Juvenile got them looks, ha, but you too scared to fuck with him
'Cause he be runnin' with them crooks, ha
I'm the one, ha, stick a fork in that nigga 'cause he's done, ha
For flippin' the tounge, ha
You got a probation hole, ha
You got money for bail so now you ready to roll, ha
You 'bout to buy you a car, ha, a '99, ha
One that look somethin' like mine, ha
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz, and don't be cryin' and sufferin'
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz, and don't be cryin' and sufferin'
We got this thing locked, ha, Cash Money can't be stopped ha
Them hot boys too hot, ha
And you like my Rolex watch, ha, and the way I hit the block ha
In camouflage with Glocks, ha
And you like it when we stunt, ha, smokin' blunts, ha
You be lovin' them gold fronts, ha
We millionaires, ha, not far from billionaires, ha
Got different broads everywhere, ha
You heard 'bout Lil' Wayne, H-O-T B-O-Y, ha
Shorty with the braids for Cash Money gon' pop, ha-uh
I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha
Here come the blitz, ha, a remix, ha
They from the Nolia, I'm from the Grove, ha
And you can catch me with Tolie and Mario, ha
I represent the two, uh, two-six, ha
It's guaranteed to be foolish, ha
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz, and don't be cryin' and sufferin'
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz, and don't be cryin' and sufferin'
You niggas know I'm 'bout my biz, ha
You niggas scared for me to be in the presence of your bitch, ha
You know I would raw dick her, ha, take naked pictures, ha
Then call up my clique and straight flip her, ha
You know my click number-one stunters, ha
You know we 'bout it, flexin' Lex's, Benz's, and Hummers, ha
You know you fuck with me, you're dead, ha
But don't lie, I fucked your baby-momma, and you feel played, ha
You know that jailhouse is somethin', ha
Bitch niggas buckin', but when it go down, they run to the button, ha
You know the BG ain't right ha, you love you ho
But she don't wanna get it right, and keep it right, ha
It's goin' down in '99, ha
You know fo' sho' that it Cash Money time to shine, ha
You know I play the game raw, ha
You know you slip up, I'ma take this beef shit too far, ha
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz, and don't be cryin' and sufferin'
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz, and don't be cryin' and sufferin'
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Let's say you're at a DJ, and them boys pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
You in the Magnolia, and my people pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
We'll grab the MAC-11 when we march, nigga, step
Fuck with CMR, we gon' march, nigga, step
Play with Manny Fresh, we gon' march, nigga, step
Play with my nigga, baby, we gon' march, nigga, step