Lyrical Breakdown of Whip It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how lil wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Whip It" 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 employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Ok, you ain't know shit

It's weezy f baby like a newborn bitch

You ain't know shit

I put your girl to work now heres a uniform bitch

Pimpin over here

And I ain't santa clause but

I make it rain dear

Money out the ass

Yeah money out the rear.

Weezy at the plate

I could bunt it out of here

Safe as a mother fucker

Ain't no safety button on this mother fucker

Where the safe mother fucker?

That's the case

I can judge it

Weezy F. the ample fury

Hang 12 witnesses

That's what I call a hung jury

Brung Jerry Bling Bling

I made that but I don't even say that

As much as Judges Say that

That's way back

Boy you should catch up

It must of be

Mine, theys

Long hair pretty eyes light skin fine legs,

Phat ass, skinny stomach, pretty feet, pretty woman

Walking down the street cause I put her out my jeep,

I don't save em, I slave em, they want weezy f,

I bad grade em, I don't degrade em, I serenade em,

100 on the charm

100 on the arm

Rings so thick I can't even make a fist

Nigga fuck how you do it cause I do it like this

Yeah, and I just do my wayne

And every time I do it I do my thang,

Yeah, and I just do my wayne

And every time I do it I do my thang,

I do it do it

I do it do it

I do it do it do it do it

I do it do it do it do it

I do it how i do it and i do it everyday

I do it how i do it and i do it everyday

Say i do it how i do it when i do it everyday

And i Whip it like a slave

Like a mother fuckin slave

Yes i Whip it like a slave

Yes i Whip it like a slave

I Whip it like a slave

Like a mother fuckin slave

Yea i Whip it like a slave

Like a mother fuckin slave

Then i beat it i beat it

I beat it i beat i

I beat that... block

I beat that... block

I beat that... block

I beat that... block

I beat that block like it misbehaved

Then i Whip it, i Whip it, i Whip it, like a slave

I Whip it Whip it

I Whip it Whip it

Whip it, Whip it, Whip it, Whip it

Beat it now beat it up

Beat it now beat it up

Beat it up

Kunta Kinte on my shit nigga

Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner

But I ate a plate of loot for dinner

I'm in the garden sellin fruit to sinners

Like apples to Shaq

Hey big spender

And do remember

Just like Brenda

2 grand still get ya four and a baby

I'm a kill em when I drop like I'm holdin a baby

Weezy f, the F is for don't Forget the Baby

And bitch I've been hot but you don't know me from satan

And if your manning up you better show me your Peyton

But you pussies ain't ballin no sir

Not lately

Bricks get shipped

Bricks get cut

Dr. Carter, Nip & Tuck

Yeah but you could call me wayne

Now watch me and my chain Gang!

Whip it Whip it Whip it

Whip it Whip it Whip it

Whip it Whip it Whip it

Whip it Whip it Whip it

Whip it Whip it Whip it

I beat that... block

I beat that... block

I beat that... block

I beat that... block

I beat it up

I beat it up

I beat it

Yes it's me bitches

Duece Bigalow on these he bitches

Flu flow

Flyer then bird coupe like a two door

What do you know

I know the streets bitch

And this is my toilet

And you cant eat shit

Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out

Cause I'm fly, like flyers they passin out

We mashin out,

We young Mula

I got that 12 Guage

Don't make me 1 2 ya

3 4 5 train bitch suwoop

If you ain't on my train bitch cho cho

Like you got my dick in your mizouth

And I'm a do me bitch with you or without

Shit always right sometimes

And from the top everybody look 1'9

And I'm 2'much

And numbers don't lie

And if they stop makin cadillacs

I swear I'm gon die

And if the weed man aint got no more Onions I'm a cry

And if if was a fifth then id rather drink wine

Shit... I'm a take my time

Now am I crazy or just lazy?

Cause I'm tired of ballin darlin

And I roll with my riders like it's harley party

And we roll with them choppers like it's a harley party

We all dressed in are red like it was a scarlet party

I was ballin in New Orleans way before the charolette hornets

I'm an x man bitch I ain't talkin marvel comics

Put the dirty dishes in the sank

No pork but I get paid like a piggy bank

I spit like backwash, sasquach

No back talk, I act lost

But I bet that money find me

Your jewelry telling jokes

Man You got them funny diamonds

I got them sunny diamonds

I got them money problems

That Christopher Wallace

Fuck bitches get money

Young money!

Do it do it

Do it do it

Do it do it

Do it

Watch me beat it up lady

Beat it up lady

Wat u mean

No homo

I beat that... block

I beat that... block

I beat that... block

I beat that

And then i

Whip it

Whip it

Whip it

Pimpin

Young mula baby