Lyrical Breakdown of Chico - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Chico" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kevin Gates weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Chico" 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 Kevin Gates 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 Kevin Gates's narrative.
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Right
Yeah, don't much call me Gator no more, bitch
Right
I'm beating you in your shit
Straight up
Sayin' right
Holiday season
If me Canalis of a calling card
My Zulu voodoo, he can go to war
My Jamaican bring the reefer in
Grabbin' five, I could throw you ten
If me Canalis of a calling card
My Zulu voodoo, he can go to war
My Jamaican bring the reefer in
Grabbin' five, I could throw you ten
Go new ship, go new ship
KB say that he don't won't sell to nobody
Probably 'cause he don't want tell on nobody
You and them niggas ain't scaring nobody
Just left Mississippi
They 'bout to grab it, you know how I'm acting
Say they go shorty, we jump in the Maxima
She do the driving, I like to ride passenger
I wait, they reputed
I type in my phone while I listen to music
Now we in Houston
Fuck, fucking with Bronson, miniature Thompson, if somebody shoot me
Bread winner Kane pull up in Velosten
Promoters want purchase that odor
You know what I told them, you know it's gonna cost you
Straight up
If me Canalis of a calling card
My Zulu voodoo, he can go to war
My Jamaican bring the reefer in
Grabbin' five, I could throw you ten
If me Canalis of a calling card
My Zulu voodoo, he can go to war
My Jamaican bring the reefer in
Grabbin' five, I could throw you ten
Told y'all when it come, recompress
Break down, rebuild, repack, resend
I'm just saying what you mean what it is
Cameras on all TVs in the crib
You ain't really this
I ain't mad
What the fuck?
Search ain't enough to get the thing in the club
Panel off, call off, phone keep blowing up
Street nigga, bread winner sign, we throwing up
Pounds in the kitchen, on the floor, in the bag
Put your knife cutting through the blocks on the slab
Newspaper dog get to shake when it shed
Country boy need 50 so I got to get him fed
40 Money, 48 grams on the scale
Money counter going dumb, I ain't tripping on the smell
Say you really need it, I can put it in the air
Front door step if I put it in the mail
Right
If me Canalis of a calling card
My Zulu voodoo, he can go to war
My Jamaican bring the reefer in
Grabbin' five, I could throw you ten
If me Canalis of a calling card
My Zulu voodoo, he can go to war
My Jamaican bring the reefer in
Grabbin' five, I could throw you ten
Oh, it's holiday season, nigga