Lyrical Breakdown of Custom Made (Give It to You) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Custom Made (Give It to You)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil' Kim weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Custom Made (Give It to You)" 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' Kim 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' Kim's narrative.

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I gets right to the point, no time to play around

When it comes to this cheddar, lay a nigga down

Bust shots at his Rover if he dare come back around

Pay me on time or I gots to take mine

At first I seem friendly but that's just in me

I warn you when I blow, it gets a little windy

You make me wanna fight you, I ain't nothin' like you

Y'all paper thin, my shit recycled

They call me Lil' Kim, A.K.A. Cover Girl

Sometimes I feel like I'm from another fuckin' world

Niggaz buy me glass slippers and diamond fingernails

And aww, shit, I got it all in this bitch

Goodness gracious, the papers

Where the cash at? Where the stash at?

Nigga pass that

We rollin' in tinted Nav's

TV's in the dash, see we love the cash

Goodness gracious, the papers

Where the cash at? Where the stash at?

Nigga pass that

We rollin' in tinted Nav's

TV's in the dash, see we love the cash

To all my bitches in the strip club, shakin' they ass

(I ain't mad, do your thing mami)

Get that cash

And all my hustlin' niggaz still out on the ave

Fightin' over blocks and who got the best rocks

And goodness gracious, the struggle never stops

The things we all do to keep our pockets filled with knots

People fuck to my music, they say it's pornographic

My Billboards is nice, one day gon' be a classic

I fuck with dudes with "Members Only" jackets

That sleep on brass beds, with money for a mattress

Gettin' money, bitch, and I roll with dimes

Take pictures with our nines on the cover of New York Times

Tattoos down our spine with the the picture of a dime

Cuttin' niggaz short like inmates for phone time

Everything I get is custom made

Niggaz, wanna get laid, I gotta get paid

(The papers)

Goodness gracious, the papers

Where the cash at? Where the stash at?

Nigga pass that

We rollin' in tinted Nav's

TV's in the dash, see we love the cash

Goodness gracious, the papers

Where the cash at? Where the stash at?

Nigga pass that

We rollin' in tinted Nav's

TV's in the dash, see we love the cash

Goodness gracious, the papers

Where the cash at? Where the stash at?

Nigga pass that

We rollin' in tinted Nav's

TV's in the dash, see we love the cash

Goodness gracious, the papers

Where the cash at? Where the stash at?

Nigga pass that

We rollin' in tinted Nav's

TV's in the dash, see we love the cash