Lyrical Breakdown of Im A Boss (Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Im A Boss (Remix)" 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 "Im A Boss (Remix)" 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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I'm ridin' dodge, I'm ridin' by, on the westside which side am I
Beemer 760I try me, let off sixty shots
Again we got the city hidin', poppin' like it 'posed to be
Bitches who are not ménaging got no business standin' close to me
So cold, a ferocious G, you niggas ain't as dope as me
Mind your fuckin' business, watch your mouth when you approachin' me
I fuck with hoes who fuck with hoes, pills and powder socially
I like em, I ain't love 'em though, cold heart emotionally
Exactly where the ocean is, ridin in a ghost again
Slap you with a lot of spit until she swallow all of it
Call the shots, run the shit, on some big money shit
Serious 'bout my hustle all these cowards on that funny shit
Rappin' 'bout a bunch of shit
And you ain't even done it yet
You the one they gunnin' at
How i'm 'posed to honor that
You all talk dawg, flaw and I ain't havin' none of that
I'm big boss dawg floss all day, run it back
Bitch, i'm a boss, bitch, i'm a boss!
I'ma boss, i'ma boss
I play the shots
I call the calls
We in this bitch'
It's goin' downn
Yeah, i'm the king
Now where my muf-ckin' crown?
I'ma boss, she a boss
We don't care what it cost
You just buy that muthaf-cka and you throw that muthaf-cka on
You keep poppin' them tags
We just throw it in bags
And then we hit the fucking block, we be droppin' them rags
Started with a dollar, turn it to an M
Used to ride Impala, turn it to a Benz
Niggas used hate me, turn into my friends
You should see how people treat you when that money comin' in
Bad bitches callin' cause I'm ballin'
And these niggas hatin' on me cause they starvin'
And I'm parkin' Aston Martins where they walkin'
These niggas ain't important
They informants really talkin' when the people get to honkin'
I'm a boss really, Nino or Al Pacino
Hundred racks on his Rollie, he light up like a casino
Niggas really be fraud, I'ma keep it a c-note
Got jewelers down in Miami, they throw it like Dan Marino
Had a couple seizures, call it minor setbacks
Everybody prayin' for me, I respect that
Woke up in the hospital, where my checks at
Then I put eight chains, where my necks at
Hoppin' in the Ghost, I feel I'm dead set
Worth 40 M's so respect that
I put all my jewels on just to bone your chick
You know the boss well known for leavin' bonuses
We makin' money, may it marinate
When the work clean, cut it like it's carrot cake
D-boys love the way I narrate
I still whip it like it's anime
Remember Momma had a Cavalier
Now she livin' like a Cleveland Cavalier
Better check the stats, we fillin' arenas
And I got the gats, Gilbert Arena's
Bitch, i'm a boss, bitch, i'm a boss!
I'ma boss, i'ma boss
I play the shots
I call the calls
We in this bitch'
It's goin' downn
Yeah, i'm the king
Now where my muf-ckin' crown?
You a boss, you a boss
Seven five, seven showers on her
Spend about thirteen hours on it
757 with the showers on it
We spent about thirteen hours on it
Look, I be probably on my skateboard, tryna learn a new trick
I just f-cked the Avatar, now I got a blue dick
Money talks, bullshit walks if the shoe fit
You pushin' up daisies, daffodils, tulips
I'm in my zone, I'm Angie Stoned
I point the pistol at you like a camera phone
I'm Young Money, cash money, i'm not human
I'm tryna get money, money like Mark Cuban
If she don't respect me, she gon respect this dick
The world is an asshole and we the next big shit
Damn right I gang bang, tell 'em blood up slime
Fuck off, I had to say fuck one time, get it
When I came up in this bitch I was shinin' every summer
Took the whole thing, the young nigga doin' numbers
Tote two nines, iced out stuntin'
Candy on the Ave, candy on the slab
Hundred G's, Cash Money millionaires
Hundred mill, how we flipped it off the ave
Blood rich gang, you know we filled the nigga
The money do Bruce Wayne, behind a killin' nigga
Catch me uptown puttin' it down
Movin' all around, new fleets with my round
Touch another town, puttin' it all down
Pop a hundred bottles bitch, we wear the crown
Bitch, i'm a boss, bitch, i'm a boss!
I'ma boss, i'ma boss
I play the shots
I call the calls
We in this bitch'
It's goin' downn
Yeah, i'm the king
Now where my muf-ckin' crown?