Lyrical Breakdown of La La - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "La La" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Wayne feat. Brisco & Busta Rhymes weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "La La" 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 Wayne feat. Brisco & Busta Rhymes 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 Wayne feat. Brisco & Busta Rhymes's narrative.

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Uh! Sitting in a Caddy, Wright like Betty Floating up the aisle like the bride and her daddy Hip Hop addict, Hip Hop addict Man I swear I'm on top like the attic Yeah bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy And we stay clean but get dirty like Harry Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries Fuck me, I'm all about "Oui" like Paris Hilton Presidential Suite already I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a Lion like her Daddy I'm am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday I swear I'm a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy Oscar De La Hoya, box you like a casket Or Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin' See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley My leather so soft my paint prettier than Halle Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody But I ain't tellin' jokes... apparently Apparent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye You hurt her, you kill me and nigga I ain't bout to die See y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly Four tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride Oww! Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet My paint bubbleish, the motor so vicious The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kiss First some hyphee, thump it like a piston And when I'm in Detroit I be ballin' like a Piston Boy did I mention I'm fly like a pigeon Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin' I'm 9 under par in the Bentley golf cart The Polo be cream but the bottle's Caviar (yeah!) Weezy I'm sick from all this tourin' You told me (sip this) then call me in the morning (yeah) And I vow I never trust another one (another woman) In my life, and then I got horny (ah hah) Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet See I ain't goin' no where bitch You know a nigga been home honey Money fucking retarded, call it down syndrome money My cake sick shit, been diagnosed sickle cell brain The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down to Comstock These bitches call me bling king I shit when the bomb drop And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas flawless in D-Class Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass They movin' on a nigga as I walk through the valley, ready? And zoom in with the cameras like I'm thickin' down Halle Berry My money help me do things that you nigga's can't believe Like purchase persons, places all them things that you can't conceive Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet I hope you nigga's know just what it is While I'm countin' my paper nigga's know I'm handlin' my biz Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet