Lyrical Breakdown of Ball - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ball" 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 "Ball" 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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Okay we walk off in this bitch (yeah)
Ballin' in this bitch (okay)
Hoppin' out of Lambos and Ferraris in this bitch
Poppin' bottles with a thick red super model bitch
They may talk a lot of that but they can't do alot of this
Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on (turn the lights on)
So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on
I'm a big dawg, got em pissed off
A lot of niggas rapping, ain't none this raw
They like, "Ay, look at T.I., ballin' in the V.I.
Bunch of bad bitches with him looking like Aaliyah"
We just pull up, hop out
Go in, show out
Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk)
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
The club full of bad bitches and they came to play
Okay it must be your ass 'cause it ain't your face
Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks girl
Then make your way up to my section where it's at girl
Okay now do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket?
Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it
Get right hoe, roll a dice hoe
And y'ain't gotta be a dyke 'cause you like hoe
But everyday I step behind a wall
I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball
I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me
And a bucket full of bottles, buss it open
If you wanna get drunk (turn the lights on)
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
Ball, ball, ball, ball (yeah, Tip)
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk)
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
Ain't no nigga like a Young Money nigga
Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger
Shake that ass like a salt shaker
I keep a L lit up like an elevator
Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse
I throw that dick like darts
Drink all muddy, flag all bloody
I'm killin' these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy
I'm a good looking rapper, I ain't tryna stunt
I'm a fire my blunt like Donald Trump
Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe?
Can a nigga stick his key up in ya back door (turn the lights on)
Tunechi
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim
And come around, wipe me down like Boosie (free Boosie)
Now back that thang up for me, show me that you love me
If it's really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies
Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains
She let me drill all in her mouth, no Novocaine
Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs
I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs
I like my women fat, ass pretty toes and thangs
Long hair don't care as long as none down there
If it's manicured I can have fun down there
Take you to whatever club throw some money in the air
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (haha)
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (yeah)
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (yeah, yeah)
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt (Young Mula baby)
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk)
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt