Lyrical Breakdown of D'Usse - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "D'Usse" 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 "D'Usse" 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.
• 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's narrative.

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This motherfuckin' D'usse got me sweatin' and shit... Word to God Hov, fuck with ya boy Okay nigga, I got 'em, point 'em out and I got 'em Let 'em get a lil buzz, then we robbin' for pollen We ain't killin' no minors, you niggas still in the minors And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup I swear lord knows I'ma murk one of these niggas Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga I been did my time, I'm getting better with time But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn down your vineyard I been ballin' since cornrows, still duckin' the narcos My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah Blessins on top of sins, restin' with topless twins Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' with lobster limbs Talkin' about some M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns Yes, lord We on that D'usse, me and my nigga Euro Tina turn up in this bitch We got Lauren in this bitch Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky Steph in this bitch Yah dig? What's up Brandon!? Lego! Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big Sausage The world is mine, I am selfish I am a shark, fuck them shellfish Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like Elvis Nigga, please Pops treated mom like Billie Jean Like hot sauce, I put it on everything I'ma give that fuckin' woman everything, everything Here we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio She say "Tune, do me slow" How many fish did Hootie blow? I don't know, fuck who knows? I got a redbone with two golds And she snort too much of that Michael Jackson That bitch gon' need a new nose I ain't got time for you hoes Shit I only have two goals And that is "Get Money, Get Money" Now I'm ridin' 'round the city with the top off the Maybach Lookin for a motherfuckin' spot we can skate at Elvis left the building and I take these hoes to Graceland And I got more bounce, to the 28 grams I ain't stuntin' these niggas Eyes look Chinese, Wayne-chung to these niggas Wayne-chung bitch! More than one bitch This for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over dumb shit You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon Nina on my lap, what you want from Santa? I might get money, fuck bitches Kill niggas and smoke weed I'm married to this real shit And I'm a wife beater, no sleeves Do it for my hood That 44 ain't no good You better bring that chopper Cause we gon' have them choppers Yeah I do it for my hood That 45 ain't no good You better bring the chopper Cause we gon' have them choppers, nigga We gon' have them choppers We gon' have them choppers You better bring the chopper Cause we gon' have them choppers, yeah We gon' have them choppers We gon' have them choppers You better bring the chopper Cause we gon' have them choppers, nigga Mula! My nigga Hood in this bitch Still on that D'usse Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brother He just passed out in the club the other night off that D'usse Threw up on the owner Owner talkin' about he wanted his money back He wanted half of the money back Twist took all the money and left That's some Young Money shit Soo Woo to the B gang Rest in peace Cedar Frogg