Lyrical Breakdown of Gangsta Shit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gangsta Shit" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil' Flip weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gangsta Shit" 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' Flip 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' Flip's narrative.
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Yeah, smoke it real good nigga
It's my birthday, March 3rd nigga, 2006
Ha ha, let's do it
I know you waiting for that gangsta shit
So you know Lil Flippa had to bring the shit, aye
I know you waiting for that gangsta shit
So you know Flipparaci had to bring the shit, aye
I know you waiting for that gangsta shit
So you know the Global G's had to bring the shit, aye
I know you waiting for that gangsta shit, gangsta shit
Yeah, it feel good to be back at home
Where niggas riding on chrome, paint two toned
Mobile phones, new homes with a whole bunch of acres
Man this rap game got a whole bunch of fakers
From magazines to DJ's, you know who you are
But at my shows, you wanna take flicks by my car
Look bitch I'm a star, and I don't have to kiss no ass
It cost 800 grand, now my wrist is glass
Old folks wondering where I get this cash
Cause way back in the days they ain't come up fast
I'm getting head watching Crash, about to crash my whip
I took a morning flight to Vegas, just to cash my chips
I'm at the blackjack table, scoping out the haters
But little do they know, my Glock came with a laser
Close cut you like a razor, I'll shape you up
Since you got a cape on, I'll tape you up, nigga
I know you waiting for that gangsta shit
So you know Lil Flippa had to bring the shit, aye
I know you waiting for that gangsta shit
So you know Flipparaci had to bring the shit, aye
I know you waiting for that gangsta shit
So you know the Global G's had to bring the shit, aye
I know you waiting for that gangsta shit, gangsta shit
Aye, it's S.U.C. until I'm gone
Cause I always go hard on the microphone
When it come to freestyle, I'm the nigga to know
The last one with a deal, but the first to blow
I bought that black Maybach, just to hurt you hoes
I got platinum in my grill, just to hurt your gold
And everytime I drop nigga I ship gold
You can see my diamonds shining, when my lips close
50 G's in my grill, I'm balling chump
And every two weeks I'm at Elmo dump
Desert Eagle in my Regal when I swerve a lot
I be drunk, I be rolling on the curb a lot
Yeah I'm down with Rap-A-Lot, and my nigga J Prince
He told me do your thing and keep cranking our hits
Now look, I got my own radio show
I'm 66 raw bitch look at my car
It feel great, to eat steak every night
It feel great, to own three million worth of ice
Me and Johnny got a bond, that can't be broke
So if you fuck with my dude I'm a come at your throat, bitch
Now that's the end of my gangsta shit
You know Lil Flippa had to bring the shit, aye
Now that's the end of my gangsta shit
You know Flipparaci had to bring the shit, aye
Now that's the end of my gangsta shit
You know the Global G's had to bring the shit, aye
Now that's the end of my gangsta shit, gangsta shit
Screwed Up Clique, trick