Lyrical Breakdown of Gangsta Party (Freestyle) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gangsta Party (Freestyle)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kendrick Lamar weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gangsta Party (Freestyle)" 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 Kendrick Lamar 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 Kendrick Lamar's narrative.
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Up outta there
Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party
(Turn that shit up, G)
Oh shit, you done fucked up now
You done just put to of Americas most wanted
In the same mothafuckin' place at the same mothafuckin' time
Y'all niggaz 'bout to feel this, break out the champagne glasses
And the mothafuckin' condoms, have one on us aiight?
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies wit' precision my intentions to get richer
With the S N Double O P Dogg my fuckin' homey
You's a cold ass nigga on them hogs
Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun
'Cuz they got me on the run
Now I'm back in the court room
Waitin' on the outcome
Free 2pac is all that's on that nigga's mind
But at the same time it seem they tryin' to take mine
So Ima' get smart and get defensive and shit
And put together 'million march for some gangsta shit
So now they got us laced, 2 multi-millionaire
Mothafuckas catchin' cases, bitches get ready
For the throw down, the shit's about to go down
Me and Snoop about to clown
I'm losin' my religion, I vicious on these stool pigeons
Ya might be deep in the game but cha got the rules missin'
Niggas be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I got nothin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish
I got a pit named P, she niggarino
I got a house on the hills, right next to Chino
And I think I got a black Beamer
But my dream is to own a fly Casino
Like Bugsy Seagal and do it all illegal
And get scooped up by the lil' homie in the Regal
It feels good to you, baby bubba
You see ya' vicious for the G's and the keys, mothafucka
Now holla as we ride, mothafuck the rest 2
Of the best from the west side
And I can make you famous, niggaz
Been dyin' for years so how can they blame us?
I live in fear of a felony, I never stop bailin'
These mothafuckin' G's if you got it
Better flaunt it, another warrant
2 of America's most wanted
Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party
Nothin' but a gangter party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party
Nothin' but a gangster party
It ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangster party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party
Nothin' but a gangster party
It ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangster party
Now give me 50 feet, the fleet is not my destiny
Release me to the streets and keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief, ya better be prepared
When you cowards fuck with me
(How does it feel?)
These niggas must be crazy word
There ain't no mercy motherfuckers
You can't fade the thug
(Right)
You thought it was but it wasn't now disappear
Bow down in the presence of a boss, playa
It's like 'cuz blood gangbangin', everybody in the party
Doing dope slangin', ya got to have papers in this world
Ya might get yo' first snatch before your eyez swirl
Ya doin' ya job everyday, and then you work so hard
Til' your hair turn gray, let me tell you 'bout life and the way it is
You see we live by the gun so we die by the gun's kids
You tell me not to roll with my glock
Mow I got to get away, floatin' in the black Benz
(Biatch)
Tryin' to do shit today
They wonder how I live with 5 shots
Niggas is hard to kill on my block
Scheme for policy and dope related, affiliated
With tha hustlas so we made it, no askin' questions
I'm trying to get upon it, my nigga Dog, eternally the most wanted
Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party
Nothin' but a gangter party
It ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangster party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party
Nothin' but a gangster party
It ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangster party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party
Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangster party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party
Nothin' but a gangster party
It ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangster party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party, biatch
Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party, death row