Lyrical Breakdown of Lock And Load ( Feat Kurupt ) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lock And Load ( Feat Kurupt )" 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 "Lock And Load ( Feat Kurupt )" 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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Yeah ride wit' me sweet heart I'll fuck them niggas don't even worry 'bout them Its cash money baby You know what I'm talkin' bout Its the carter two We won we won And then we shot that BB gun And they lost, and they lost Til we took they shit now its time to floss We won we won And then we shot that BB gun And they lost and they lost Til we took they shit now its time to floss To ya to ya 0 to17 warfare Life in the fastlane little red corvette Little red handkerchief hangin out the right side Back pocket jeans fallin couple my evisu signed Yep we do shine and they gon' hate But they hated Jesus baby we won't break So we ride like 4 Pirelli's So secured no security no protectin no comparing Lok and heavy, Ocean 11 Aviators both tickers so figures No playas I'm Hollygrove to the heart Hollygrove from the start Don't cross the Earhart Boulevard we're the war I come from 171 shot, never that (blum blum) Brrrt Brrrt Pop Pop Clap Clap What the fuck Hollygrove stand up Nigga We won we won And then we shot that BB gun And they lost and they lost Til we took they shit now its time to floss We won we won And then we shot that BB gun And they lost and they lost Til we took they shit now its time to floss Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em where you kill 'em easy Sit em in the river leave em, they find em tomorrow evening Sinkin or probly drinkin that syrup Thinkin I won't slip even though I'm leanin like a broke hip He don't know I got the nina wit the 4 clip Thats a somersault back spin full flip for ya Push this button I flip out and hit something Miss nothin i'm just bustin until this scene clean 12 hundred for the jeans stop playin Hundred dollars for the glock in my pants Who the man I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect I strap a jet black gat 'til the deck Tell the mama to bury me with that No Bullshittin' My hood getting kinda crazy where I be So Ronie's with me 'cause he's the OG We won we won And then we shot that BB gun And they lost and they lost Til we took they shit now its time to floss We won we won And then we shot that BB gun And they lost and they lost Til we took they shit now its time to floss Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom The haters I make em mad em when I wave at em like what up If it ain't about money I keep goin I tryna get that green niggas tryna mow my lawn But Fuck, them boys I got the shottie on my arm If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn And Duck the fuck out a there 'cause baby its hot out there If this was a movie it's time to roll the credits cut Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the motherfuckin' block I'm a motherfuckin' rock Hard body eagle street 17 shots Night vision double clip hot steady beam glat Pop Drop little man drop This is not for little bitches you man or a fox I'm layin in the drop, thinking of more money Cash money young money Take money your money. We won we won And then we shot that BB gun And they lost and they lost Til we took they shit now its time to floss We won we won And then we shot that BB gun And they lost and they lost Til we took they shit now its time to floss Dolce (dont think about it) they should pay me for saying that shit So is my jeans, they wasn't 300 but they Dolce too, yeah We won motherfucker we winnin' over here that's right, hey Somebody call Gordon tell him pull up front open the doors Suicidal Lets ride out you got money you know what the fuck I'm Talkin' bout If ya don't keep thinking if you can do that Your losin' streak is goin' up why Cause we here and I'll fuck this up today straight up