Lyrical Breakdown of Ultimate Satisfaction - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ultimate Satisfaction" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how Ludacris feat. Field Mob weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ultimate Satisfaction" 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 Ludacris feat. Field Mob employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction

Satisfaction

Yeah, blow me a shotgun

B-b-blow me a shotgun

It gives me satisfaction

Can you handle it? 808 bang in the back

With the woofer like boom boom boom boom

With my foot up on the pedal and my hand on my strap

Got the engine like vroom vroom vroom vroom

What's up? You ain't never heard a *** rap like-like this before

I got an addictive flow that'll give you satisfaction

Wanna make you satisfied, even if it kills me

Even if it takes the slower minds, a little bit of time to feel me

Recollect the 15 million I sold or the 30 times I went gold

And if you take 2 puffs of this ***, it'll give you satisfaction

I've sold the most and no one's close, but I'm not meaning to brag

It's different strokes for different folks like Angelina and Brad

Some keep the heat in the stash, put 30 keys in their Jag

And if cops ain't peepin' your tag, you're gonna feel some satisfaction

Pumpin' out albums like Reverend Run is pumpin' out children

Here's another one

So catch me on more 24's than Kiefer Sutherland

I'm bound to be the greatest, I'm determined to win

Until then I can't get no satisfaction

Yeah, blow me a shotgun

B-b-blow me a shotgun

It gives me satisfaction

I'm the one that went to the gunfight with a knife and won

Left with his *** and left him dead [Incomprehensible] he tried to run

Just because my verse second, don't mean I am not the one

When I'm done, I'm guaranteed to give you satisfaction

I might not be the best in the world but the best the world's ever seen

I'm all been in Georgia's daughter Conde *** king

And when I'm diggin' deep in the spleen

I'ma make her *** and she scream

Baby, get me *** like a Snickers bar, I give her satisfaction

Yes sir, there ain't not other way, so mother*** what you say

Y'all had this spot, we took you off the top like a toupee

Your coast, we kicked and pushed in this Fiasco like Lupe

Back that *** up like Juve 'cause the South

We givin' them satisfaction

Ever since I signed with Luda and them, my chances of losin' are slim

Y'all talk that smack but copycat and do a movie like him

Yes sir, my Mobb got that goodie, as if my group had a gift

We gonna continue to give them a double dose of satisfaction

Yeah, blow me a shotgun

B-b-blow me a shotgun

It gives me satisfaction

Drop the bomb, when I rhyme, it's TNT

That's why my money long as the line at the DMV

When they askin' who was that that was snappin'

I'm that answer dude, you like Snickers with no nuts no satisfaction

I hustle and flow, I done been by my cheese since I was knee high

*** what you need, hit me, I'ma drop off peaches like I'm T.I.

Earvin Johnson, gimme that rock and magic cap of Shawn Jay

*** sold money for satisfaction

I been the ***, they can't *** with, hot but the flow cold

Flip *** by the boatload, O.G. no see, see me

Get tipped off, getcha no dough

Zip-loc full of *** tow big *** on the hip cocked

Try to play the big shots, get popped with the ***

Don't be the reason they mopped in the floor for

Pay me that satisfaction

Fool for a dollar let me get that pop, man, I need this cream

Where my cake? Give me my candles, I got sweet sixteen

Now the kid with the *** flow got DTP on his necklace

Now Luda, tell them what you think about your invest

Yeah, blow me a shotgun

B-b-blow me a shotgun

It gives me satisfaction

Yeah, blow me a shotgun

B-b-blow me a shotgun

It gives me satisfaction