Lyrical Breakdown of Pimpin All Over The World - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pimpin All Over The World" 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 "Pimpin All Over The World" 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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(Oh, yeah) the fancy cars The women and the caviar You know who we are? 'Cause we're pimpin' all over the world The fancy cars The women and the caviar You know who we are? 'Cause we're pimpin' all over the world Sing it, hoes (the world, the world, the world) All over the world, baby It's only right that I share my experiences with y'all 'Cause I've been places you'll never imagine (that's right) But I'ma start it at home When I see a girl I like, I walk straight up to them and I'm like Uh, hey, girl, how you doin'? You are the woman that I'm really pursuin' And I would like to get to know you, can you give me your name? If you jot down your number, you'll get mine in exchange, hey See, I'm the man of this town And I hope you wouldn't mind if I showed you around So when you go to certain places you'll be thinkin' of me We got people to meet and many places to see, hey Mm, I'm really diggin' your lips But be careful where you walkin' when you swingin' them hips I'm kind of concerned that you'll be causin' a crash With your traffic jam, booty, heads pausin' so fast, hey I wouldn't trade you for the world, I swear it I like your hair and every style that you wear it And how the colors coordinate with your clothes From your manicured nails to your pedicured toes (whoo) (Oh, yeah) the fancy cars The women and the caviar You know who we are? 'Cause we're pimpin' all over the world The fancy cars The women and the caviar You know who we are? 'Cause we're pimpin' all over the world Yeah, you hear the song so dance Don't always think I'm tryna get in your pants Um, 'cause see me, my pimpin's in 3D I'm takin' you places you only see on TV Tryna show you how you livin' is trife How many guys you know can bring the Travel Channel to life? One day, we on the Autobahn swervin', drivin' Next day, we in the sun on the Virgin Islands If you with me ain't no time to sleep Especially at Wet Willie's on Miami Beach But I drop you off and pay you no attention If make it to Atlanta's Bronner Brothers convention Then jump in the car and just ride for hours Makin' sure I don't miss the homecoming at Howard Hawaii to D.C., it's plenty women to see So if your ass don't show up, it's more women for me, hey (Oh yeah) the fancy cars The women and the caviar You know who we are? 'Cause we're pimpin' all over the world The fancy cars The women and the caviar You know who we are? 'Cause we're pimpin' all over the world I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican day parade Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades Outnumbered by the dozens at the Jazz Fest In Mardi Gras, all the women tryna show me they chest, ay I'm in Jamaica spendin' massive bucks While the ladies all beggin' me to mash it up I had sad beginnings when I rapped with no fans Now it's all happy endings on my lap in Japan, hey I used to think that it was way too cold 'Til I went to Canada and saw some beautiful hoes Now I hit the Caribana every year in Toronto Then fly to Illinois to get a taste of Chicago Uh, oh, yet and still You wouldn't believe your eyes if you went to Brazil (But where the best at?) Ain't no need of even askin' bro The best women all reside in Africa, and that's real (whoo) (Oh yeah) the fancy cars The women and the caviar You know who we are? 'Cause we're pimpin' all over the world The fancy cars The women and the caviar You know who we are? 'Cause we're pimpin' all over the world Sing it, hoes (the world, the world, the world) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin' Ladies and gentlemen as we ride out Can we have all the real pimps? Please, put both of your pinky fingers high in the air Now, ladies, look around with me Let's see if we can weed some of these niggas out 'Cause it ain't no way that all these niggas could be pimpin' Now, if you happen to see a nigga With two sweat patches up under his arms Look like he been swimmin' in shoulder height water Please, tell that nigga, "Put your hands down" If you smell like you been at work all day And Drakkar, please, put your hands down Now, look up at the pinky fingers that are still in the air If you see him ashy around the knuckles? Like the nigga wash half of his hands And lotion three quarters of his body Please say, "Put your hands down" If your spinnin' rims, spin counterclockwise, you are not pimpin' If you are dancin' on the dance floor And you look to your left and you're right And there is not a woman in sight Guess what? You guessed it, you are not pimpin' If your vodka and cranberry is really really dark like blood That's because you didn't order Vodka buddy That's why it's three dollars a glass, a-put your hands down Now, look down, look down I need, I need everybody to pull up your pants leg one time Okay, you see the nigga with the white socks? Not pimpin'! Sorry, unless you part of the Beat It entourage If your shoes have a buckle on 'em, you're not pimpin'