Lyrical Breakdown of My Homies Still (ft. Big Sean & Lil Wayne) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "My Homies Still (ft. Big Sean & Lil Wayne)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kanye West weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "My Homies Still (ft. Big Sean & Lil Wayne)" 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 Kanye West employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Feel a lil' stupid, ay, feel a lil' stupid Feel a lil' stupid, ay, feel a lil' stupid Feel a lil' stupid, ay, feel a lil' stupid Feel a lil'-, feel a lil'-, feel a lil' stupid Feel a lil' stupid, ay, feel a lil' stupid Feel a lil' stupid, ay, feel a lil' stupid Feel a lil' stupid, ay, feel a lil' stupid (Pump that bass) Man, fuck y'all with a sick dick, semi-automatic, no click-click We don't feel you, like an elephant gettin' fucked with a tick dick Little nigga with a thick bitch, and before I fuck this bitch I gotta put that patch over my third eye, Slick Rick Trukfit T-shirt, talk second, skeet first Boy, your girl a jump-off, I hope she land feet first She give me brain, research, and I prefer reefer But if you want some coke, that's cool, 'cause my homies still (pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still (pump that bass) My homies still (pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still (pump that bass) (Pump that bass) don't make my goons, go stupid Go stupid, go stupid, yeah (boy) Don't make my goons go stupid Go stupid (go dumb), go stupid Yeah (boy), okay (okay) My girls and cars both skrrt off (swerve) I like the pussy so wet that I can surf off (whoa) In a hot spot, 'cause a nigga never chillin' (chillin') I do it for my niggas, I just do it to these bitches Boy, I overgrind (whoa), overshine (whoa) Ain't another nigga over Sean (boy, boy) I'm getting paid, it's Oprah time (boy, boy) I'm rollin' pine, I'm so divine I'm West Side, West Side Dark glasses on, like I'm goin' blind Lookin' like Eazy-E, it's just me and Lil Weezy-wee Get off my dick (pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still (pump that bass) My homies still (boy, boy, boy) Yeah, my homies still (whoa, oh God) Don't make my goons go stupid Go stupid, go stupid, yeah (boy, boy) Don't make my goons go stupid Go stupid (go dumb), go stupid, yeah (Whoa, whoa, oh God) Look, I'm East Side, them haters 90 goin' west (boy, boy, boy) My niggas pumpin' so much bass, motherfuckers goin' deaf (huh) Weezy F, I'm East Side, them haters 90 goin' west My niggas pumpin' so much bass (pump that bass) Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, I don't love them hoes Got so much coke, you gon' need another nose, man I just play my hand, but I am not the dealer You see I got them teardrops, I cry your ass a river I got that Trukfit T-shirt, listenin' to "Rebirth" I skate until my feet hurt, hot boy, free Turk Pussy for dessert, put your hands beneath Earth And I don't sell drugs, but if you need work My homies still (pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still (pump that bass) My homies still (pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still (pump that bass) Whoa (pump that bass) Okay, boy, this here's what I do-do (do-do) Got your sister dancing, not the kind that's in a tutu (no) Got me in control, no strings attached, that's that voodoo (go) She said can't nobody do it better I tell her, "True-true, yeah, bitch, true-true" My, my, my bro-bro say these bitches ain't shit (ain't shit) I got the girl you came with and the girl she came with She leakin' and drippin', whoa, there I might just come slip in (whoa) And now your missus wanna go missin' (whoa, whoa) If she addicted to what my dick did Boy, I get it, I get it, lil' bitch My homies still (yeah, finally famous) Yeah, my homies still (in this) Yeah, my homies still (good) Lil' nigga, make my goons go stupid Go stupid, go stupid, yeah (boy, boy) Don't make my goons go stupid Go stupid, go stupid, yeah (boy, go dumb) Look, I'm East Side, them haters 90 goin' west (whoa) My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckers going deaf Weezy F, I'm East Side, my nigga Sean from the West And niggas pumpin' so much bass (pump that bass) (Pump that bass) yeah (Pump that bass) uh-huh (Pump that bass) Young Mula (Pump that bass) Truk your girl Pump that bass (pump that bass)