Lyrical Breakdown of Ready Or Not (Feat. Skip & Wacko) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ready Or Not (Feat. Skip & Wacko)" 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 "Ready Or Not (Feat. Skip & Wacko)" 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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Ready or not Here I come You can't hide Southern Smoke Gonna find you and take it slowly Ready or not Here I come You can't hide Southern Smoke niggaare Gonna find you and take it slowly You say you're wedded but I don't know if you really is A country of which you'd be scared to fuck with the syndicate You heard the stories, you're scared of becoming one of those But you ain't scared to put your fingers running money rolls So motion forward niggaare, you a sensei Lead for me like you're walking on a peavey You're twenty seven but you're face is in the tenth grade Or you just trying to do your thing to get your repaint It ain't no crime to me So don't you lie to me All you got to do is got that pussy in the sky for me It's a beautiful way you bend that behind for me Hop on the back of the big dog and take a ride with me We ain't coming for the night, you're a celebrity My man bitching, you play the top of your pedigree I might have looking for you That's what you're known for Me slow stroking that pussy, that's what you long for Ready or not Here I come You can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly Ready or not Here I come You can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly One chick told me Yea rock out with your c out So I pull my c out Hold the baby, watch out Stomach is no fat out The inches are from your I ain't say You a pro I don't know what you know about I'm a playboy no doubt Hate me of this hoe out Hare, take this home, hold this, flow out Nice time to roll out Come on now don't hold out It's about Bree Haha late you try to go out Chowder's what I grow out Money's what you throw out? The only time I'm not happy When I'm hitting roll out Now it's time to roll out You think I'm scrap? Yea, no doubt Look, stand back The stocking gotta fall off We gon' pull the pull out I'm gon' pull the roll out We gon' light this candle and fuck till it go out You just plain as your world Yea you know, now go girl Oops that's my bad You a woman, you ain't no girl Ready or not Here I come You can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly Ready or not Here I come You can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly Look mama got it going on Red buy them Lou Button Remind me of this red bone Used to have my hair down Jamaican girl, abducted wine Yea I'm talk abducted why I used to undress her with my eyes Such a ductile my Mellow if they thought that I was making them movies Bring it on stage We skip them through this And I know she was a cutie, besides all her groovy Let me smash in the Jag We ain't riding no hoses Like it's another episode Same shoes, same bag Same hair color, same job, same swag Same skin tone, same hips she bag Independent attitude Make the mother hoes mad Said she living in the land of born and raised In the D, I'm from the three She must not know 'bout me She said she flying out to Bahamas In a week I'm right behind her In a flee, got money baby, utp Ready or not Here I come You can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly Ready or not Here I come You can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly