Lyrical Breakdown of Lollipop - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lollipop" 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 "Lollipop" 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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Uh huh, no homo (Young Mula, baby) I say he so sweet Make her wanna lick the wrapper Remix, baby! Lollipop, lollipop, breastses just like Dolly Parton She ride my spaceship 'til she hit the top That hit the spot 'Til she ask, "How many li-i-li-i-licks do it take" 'til she get to shop? Don't worry why my wrists got so freeze Tell a girl, "Like Doritos, that's not 'cho cheese" Tell her friends, "Like Fritos, I'm tryin' to lay" I can't only have one, and I ain't trying to wait This a song with Wayne, so you know it's gon' melt But you ain't finna murder me like everybody else I'ma rap like I got some type respect for myself I don't do it for my health, man, I do it for the belt Man, I do it to the death, 'til the roof get melt Hundred degrees, drop the roof, so the coupe don't melt Man, the flow so cold, chicken soup won't help We need four more hoes, we need oh, oh, oh, oh! You know what it is when we out of town We balling too serious, and you out of bounds So come here, baby girl You're now fucking with the best in the world Lollipop The best in the world She lick me like a lollipop, lollipop World, world (she lick me like a lollipop, lollipop) Shawty want a thug, thug, thug Bottles in the club, club, club (bottles in the club) Shawty wanna hump (shawty wanna) You know I like to touch (shawty wanna) Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (shawty wanna) Shawty want a thug (I like that) Bottles in the club (hey, I like that) Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!) You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps Shawty say she wanna lick the wrapper And she gonna lick the rapper And I just wanna act like a porno-flicking actor I Anita-bake her, now, she caught up in that "Rapture" I got so much chips, I swear, they call me "Hewlett Packard" I got so much chips, you can have a bag if you're a snacker Greedy mother-fudge cake, now, tell me how that fudge tastes I do it for Bloods' sake, soo-woo! Think it's voodoo how that roof do di-di-dissipate Your girl want to participate She so, so sophisticate, 'cause her brain is off the chain And then, my diamonds are in the choir Because they sing from off my chain And my Nina just joined the gang because all she do is bang Like Ricky Martin, Wayne and Kanye: pick your poison If that woman wanna cut, then tell her I am Mr. Ointment Tell her to make an appointment with Mr. I-Can't-Make-An-Appointment Take my lollipop and enjoy it, remix Shawty want a thug, thug, thug (shawty want a thug, yeah!) Bottles in the club, club, club (bottles in the club, yeah!) Shawty wanna hump (yeah! Shawty wanna) You know I like to touch (yeah! Shawty wanna) Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (shawty wanna) Shawty want a thug (I like that) Bottles in the club (hey, I like that) Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!) You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps Why would she? She probably be the odd cookie In the plastic bag 'bout to get crushed by a building I've flushed out the feeling of me being the shit 'Cause I was leaving skid marks on everywhere I sit I am everywhere, I'm it, like Hide-and-Go And I can go anywhere: eeny, mini, miney, mo I'm in your neighborhood, area, CD-thing, tapedeck IPod, your girlfriend, and she say I got great sex Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex 'Cause you don't want that late text, that "I think I'm late" text So wrap it up! Bu-bu-but he's so sweet, sh-she wanna lick the wrapper Shawty want a thug, thug, thug Bottles in the club, club, club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (re-re-re-remix, baby!) Lick me like a lollipop (lollipop) She-she lick me like a lollipop (l-lollipop) Sh-sh-sh-she lick me like a lollipop (lollipop) She-she lick me like a lollipop (lollipop)