Lyrical Breakdown of Rugrats - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rugrats" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kodak Black weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Rugrats" 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 Kodak Black 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 Kodak Black's narrative.
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Yah, glee
Aye bitch, I done growed up
Project baby all grown up, I'm a rugrat
Still can't hit the club and get jumped bih
Still can't hit the club and get no love bih
Fuck that shit, I'm going anyway
Project baby all grown up, I'm a rugrat
Still can't hit the club and get jumped but I'm like fuck that
Woke up and I dropped a deluxe, I'm like plus tax
Teacher tried to put me in timeout, I said fuck that
You ain't my mama hoe, I ain't getting in no corner, I said fuck class
Told me say no drugs, nope you know I upped that
I don't eat no ho Jell-O, graduated finessing got me a lunch rack
I'm like what's that
Finesse you out your lunch bag
Forgot my bookbag at the crib, but I ain't forget about to buy a Dutch pack
Geeked out like a nerd nigga, test me you get fucked
Got them books on me and just in case I'm re'ing right now, I'm a hundred racks
Doctor I don't take my meds no more right now it cost me double stacks
Jaguar orange, Phantom door yay', Jansport out the projects
I just seen my old teacher, she still waitin' on her retirement check
Lil homie SAT back, then I had a MAC-10
Said I'm on my way, make sure your babies with there daddy
I ain't no babysitter, but I be kidnapping
That Glock will shock a nigga, what's that Glock static
Angelica, she suck my testicles, bih so fantastic
I don't fuck with Sulie 'cause I don't want no black hoe
Reptile but I go dinosaur
I'ma sniper boy
Pull up like a diaper
I don't do no back and forth
The teacher said it's naptime but I am tired of sleeping on the floor
Dumping at them, bagged the nigga, but I don't do no fucking chores
Let me find out you still at SoCal
I done graduated, now I got a MAC-11
Aye, lemme find out you still at daycare
Put that Wooly on that little boy and he shitted on himself
And I'm from the projects
And I keep that permit, don't I keep that permit
I'ma rugrat little nigga yea, don't I keep that Tommy
Don't I keep that Tommy, I said don't I keep that Tommy
And I'm baited up like Chucky
And I'm getting money
Rolling, I be duffling
Younging he be thugging yea
All grown up, I'ma rugrat
Still can't hit the club, Ian get jumped, but I'm like fuck that
And a teacher tried to put me in timeout, so I said fuck class
Fuck class, I don't need class
I'm booted up in a C-class