Lyrical Breakdown of Pass Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Ludacris weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Pass Out" 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 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 Ludacris's narrative.

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If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out So if you with me and you tipsy, throw your fist up If you got diamonds and they shinin', throw your wrist up If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out So if you with me and you tipsy, throw your fist up If you got diamonds and they shinin', throw your wrist up Hey hey, it's Luda Luda get it right, I'm Mr. Money Machine And I'm steady, lookin' for two women I can come in between You can catch me chillin' up in the cut, but I'm always ready for action I'm stunt, like Jackie Chan and lay low, like we be Jackson Maxin' and relaxin', haters, do they really wanna test me man? I got an arsenal waitin', do they really wanna catch me man? No I don't think so I've got killers on the payroll, if there's a problem then say so I make dough until there's none left I run with plenty gangs that's holdin' thangs And rearrange your frame in one breath So to keep on breathin' I suggest you take this beatin' 'Tis the season for bleedin' and we've been lookin' for a reason If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out So if you with me and you tipsy, throw your fist up If you got diamonds and they shinin', throw your wrist up If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out So if you with me and you tipsy, throw your fist up If you got diamonds and they shinin', throw your wrist up Hey hey, come holla at me, I'm a star, I got the hood on smash You know me, my whole car smell like a woodshop class I point 'em out like her, her, that girl with the mouth Plus you and your friends Let me show you some whips that don't come out 'til the year of 2010 So I'm flockin' 'em in, 'til the droptop is rockin' again Boy I got it locked, if you think not, then you'll get popped in the chin And I'm clockin' these ends, my record sales are blockin' 'em in Gotta thank those blessed to walk The streets to those that's locked in the pen My entourage is game faces, mean muggin', mean muggin' Now the media is convinced that we thuggin', we thuggin' Momma told me, grow up to be somethin', be somethin' I went diamond with this album so we buckin', we buckin' If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out So if you with me and you tipsy, throw your fist up If you got diamonds and they shinin', throw your wrist up If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out So if you with me and you tipsy, throw your fist up If you got diamonds and they shinin', throw your wrist up I'm so far ahead, it's only right for you to hate on me mayne When I'm pushin' 90 by myself, up in the H.O.B. lane They tryin' to figure how many mo' women that I can take on my plane Bein' one of the few rappers responsible for changin' the game Now desperate artists tryin' to sue but they just makin' some claims Can't get in the spotlight for nothin' and it just makes 'em insane That's why some of the niggas resort right back to bakin' that 'caine And sellin' it off to junky monkeys who keep bakin' they brain As they grow older they'll be feelin' a lot of achin' and pain So right at the head they might as well just be aimin' that thang And you ain't helpin' the process out by always cakin' these dames But it is hard givin' up the place where they be shakin' they thangs If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out So if you with me and you tipsy, throw your fist up If you got diamonds and they shinin', throw your wrist up If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out So if you with me and you tipsy, throw your fist up If you got diamonds and they shinin', throw your wrist up