Lyrical Breakdown of Choppa - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Choppa" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Baby weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Choppa" 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 Lil Baby 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 Lil Baby's narrative.
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Yeah
Da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da, da, uh
Da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da (Bombaclaat)
(Ayy, Rvssian) yeah, uh
Custom grip 'pon di brand-new stick (buss)
When mi kill a bwoy, mi nuh chat 'bout it (trust)
Di 'K wid di muzzle, got it wrapped 'round it (yeah)
Di thing sing sweet, mi nah fi auto-tune it (ah)
One strap, two strap, three strap, four
Four niggas strapped inna Honda Accord (whoa)
Windows down, we a wave four-four (whoa)
Bwoy turn Usain Bolt
Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
Pussy boy say him want beef and clout
Put him 'pon di news-ews
Carbon sound, boy, lost and found
When di choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do, uh
Body drop like Netflix series
Choppa sing sweet like it have diabetes
Make yuh mama bawl please 'pon she knees-ees
Glock .22 tuck in a Amiri's
Believe me, yow, Saint Kitts
We nuh give a fuck so we can't catch diseases
From a mini teen, yow, Papa, where we been?
A play with gun them been a play with hot peas
I can sell water to a whale, I'm a hustler
Government officials still trippin' at customs
Held me up for ten hours on the plane, we was stuck there
Lately, I been drinking my problems, where the cups at?
They ain't rockin' with us, they against us, and it's fuck them
Whoever I say can't come, can't come here
Go at anybody, anywhere, on any given Sunday
Crazy, I'm a celebrity, I used to be a convict
I gotta get revenge, I can't have it on my conscience
Go slide, go slide, yeah, gunfire, gunfire
We got all these blicks on us, we ain't on no dumb shit
But we ready for one opp, two opp, three opp, four
We bring smoke to a pussy front door (oh)
I was playin' cool, but I never let it go
Brodie in the jungle, go to sleep with the swirls, crazy
And mi dawg bust the case and we laugh
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha
Dada, dada
One strap, two strap, three strap, four
Killa dem knock pon your door (door)
It's a robbery, get pon di' floor (get pon di' floor)
Yow, real dawgs
Make the choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
Choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
Pussy boy say him want beef and clout
Put him 'pon di news-ews
Carbon sound, boy, lost and found
When di choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do, uh
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha
Dada, dada, dada, dada
Don't cry, don't cry
Go slide, go slide
Gunfire, gunfire
Ha-ha, ha-ha