Lyrical Breakdown of Who Wanna - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Who Wanna" 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 "Who Wanna" 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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Somebody call the slick police Capitol W, ha Weezy Baby This is Tha Carter, man Rim low, all I can see is the flow, now let's go Roger, you're banging 'em in the Roger, I say, you're bangin 'em in the Roger, I say you're banging 'em in the head wit this one, cut Weezy, Weez, say, guard your face, bitch Weezy say, guard your neck, bitch Weezy Baby, this is Tha Carter, haha I move it from a eighth to a slab, from a slab to a quarter From a quarter to a half, from a half to a hard one You do the math, it's a horror While I be on the ave getting off one, nineteen for a soft one Bricks, I loft 'em, catch him, they hot If I catch you without my scratch, I'm stretching you out If you catch me without the burner, burn me I beg of you, shoot off the leg of you and kick you in the ass I'm dying of doom, I say I'm sick with cash These eyes are real, see straight through your liquid ass You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon You could see it by my bitch face, she thick with ass Get slick-slick, I click-click, blast on your bitch ass Sqad Up shit, click or smash on your bitch ass Smash on your bitch ass Now pick the grass up out your ass and the caps out your cap, ayy Who gon' fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? (bang him in the head, whoa) Who gon' fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah Hustle, boy, sell a nick to your moms I'll sell a brick out your house I'll sell a brick to a house, nigga I'll send a clip to your mouth, back of the gun to your nose Front of the gun to your clothes, I let it rip then I bounce Lights off, young Teddy Pender is out Mask on, scare the fuck out ya but your ass grown I wasn't born with no silver spoon But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon, whoa Tomb sittin' in your room, sing for me But if you don't give me no tune, the semi go, "Boom" But if you don't hear me though, fool, the semi go, "Boom" I'm tryin' to make moves but they give me no room I takes my space, I blaze the haze, take your babe to space She give me major face, I sung Amazing Grace I was once lost, but now I'm found Full of them pounds is how I'm found, ayy Who gon' fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? (bang him in the head, whoa) Who gon' fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah Oh, oh, bang 'em in the head, whoa Oh, oh, bang 'em in the face, whoa Oh, oh, bang 'em in the neck, whoa Rim low, all I can see is the flow, now let's go I know how to cook, so I buy it soft I also sell it soft depending the cost You know that's shells they toss, defendin' they boss They wipes 'em well across your dentures like floss You know I, I smell your talk And I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far Y'all niggas better gear up for the coming of the boy From a young'n to a boy to young boy boy I dump toys boy at your punk boy toys Take the pump out the trunk, take a chunk out a chump Baby, what have I done, I've created a monster Weezy Baby, the gangster, no wankster Hell no, I smell y'all Didn't know Jam Master well, but I rocks wit my shells on And the block still a hell zone Get a helmet for you and your gal's dome I suggest, ayy Who gon' fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? (bang him in the head, whoa) Who gon' fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah Oh, oh, bang 'em in the head, whoa Oh, oh, bang 'em in the face, whoa Oh, oh, bang 'em in the neck, whoa Rim low, all I can see is the flow, now let's go Oh, oh, bang 'em in the head, whoa Oh, oh, bang 'em in the face, whoa Oh, oh, bang 'em in the neck, whoa Rim low, all I can see is your ho, now let's go