Lyrical Breakdown of Respect - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Respect" 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 "Respect" 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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Lil Wayne
Tha Block Is Hot
Respect Us
What what what
What what what
What what what
Listen, listen
When. I come through. bustin'
Everybody on. tha block be. run-nin'
Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I. be. thug-gin'
Got. them. things. ten up, keep. hustlin'
Catch me at tha shop, I will. be. there
And my prices stay low, I keep. it. there
And if you want it raw, I got. it. right. here
And if you want war, I am. your. nigh-tmare
This is all I know, it's bang bang
I hustle and slang slang
My block. I hang hang
Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man
I represent CMB
My cell is ten in heat
I usually get in beef
Was taught that it's him or me
I pop head-bustas quick
I rock here for my brick
I chop that, I'ma (?)
My shop here (?)
I always. thug in black
And always. bustin' gats
Your girly's. fuckin' back
Now how you... lovin' that
Hot Boy$, wardy. respect. us
Represen-tin' Cash Money. Records
It's warfare, you betta. vest. up
But if you ain't scared, they blow. your. set. up
Listen, listen
I give it to 'em how they ask me
Raw and nasty
Tha AK, I pack it
Believe I'm 'bout that action
Slash a busta like a fraction
I'm on that yolla
Standin' on tha corner with one sleeve over my shoulder
Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks
Now it's time for your momma ta order a dozen of T-shirts
For only half-a brick
I'll blast tha fifty
Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what
But it's about ta get ugly
Ya'll betta call people up
I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between your guts
Wayne 'bout ta (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up
Ya'll betta duck
When it get real, they hide from me
But, all them bustas 'bout ta get killed, I'm tired of it
Man, I'm thuggin' 'til tha day I. I die, cousin
Weezy Wee. let 'em burn, bring tha fire truck in... (whoooo!)
Nigga, let it be known
I'll come blow up your home
Take a few blunts to tha dome
And. show up alone
Just me and my. flame-torch
Wayne start. danger
Walked with my head down like a stranger, and banged ya
Burnin' off that Hennesy
Some-a ya'll be feminine
Bounce in with a twitch
Leave 'em crawlin' out a ditch
God damn... son of a shhh!. Don't speak
I cocked that, and let it go, tssss!. Give 'em heat
Your cheese, I got. ta. get. paid
I'm goin' all out, no matter what. it. takes
I. was. raised. up on. that. paper
Kill-for-the-scrill was. in. my. nature
Tote M1's and keep. tha. block. hot
Sell wrong colts to keep. my. glock. hot
Never add taxes to. my. price, man
And if a boy play, I ride. at. night, man
What!
Uh, uh, uh
Say Lil' Weezy
You did this one here, ya heard me
They ain't gon' never get weared out from this one
It's like they said, boy
In tha year 2000, it's all about Wayne
It's your chrome, man, run that thang
17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
Do that there
Huh, huh, huh, huh