Lyrical Breakdown of What's Your Fantasy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What's Your Fantasy" 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 "What's Your Fantasy" 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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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now Give it to me now, give it to me now Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now Give it to me now I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty-yard line While the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree And if you like in the club, we can do it in the DJ booth Or in the back of the V.I.p Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top, lick it don't stop Keep the door locked, don't knock while the boat rock We go-bots and robots, so they got to wait 'til the show stop Or how about on the beach with black sand? Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man Table top or just give me a lap dance The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands That man named Ludacris (woo), in the public bathroom Or in back of the classroom How ever you want it, lover-lover gonna tap that ass soon See I cast 'em and I passed 'em Get a tight grip and I grasp 'em I flash 'em and outlast 'em And if it ain't good then I trash 'em While you stash 'em, I'll let 'em free And they tell me what's they fantasy Like up on the roof, roof Tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna get you in the bath tub With the candles lit, you give it up 'til they go out Or we can do it on stage at the Ludacris concert 'Cause you know it got sold out A red carpet dick, it just roll out Go ahead and scream, you can't hold out We can do it in the pouring rain Running the train, when it's hot or when it's cold out How about in the library on top of books? But you can't be too loud You wanna make a brother beg for it Give me TLC, 'cause you know I be too proud We can do it in the White House Try to make them turn the lights out Champagne with my campaign Let me do the damn thing What's my name, what's my name, what's my name? The sauna, jacuzzi, in the back row at the movie You can scratch my back and rule me You can push me and just pull me On hay in the middle of the barn Or rose petals on the silk sheets Eating fresh fruit, sweep your woman right off her feet I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna get you in the back seat, windows up That's the way you like to fuck Clogged up, fog alert Rip the pants and rip the shirt Rough sex, make it hurt In the garden all in the dirt Roll around Georgia Brown That's the way that I like it twerked Legs jerk, overworked Underpaid, but don't be afraid In the sun or up in the shade On the top of my Escalade Maybe your girl and my friend can trade Tag team, off the rope On the ocean or in the boat Factories are on hundred spokes What about up in the candy store? Well that chocolate, chocolate make it melt Whips and chains, handcuffs Smack a little booty up with my belt Scream, "Help," play my game Dracula, man, I'll get my fangs Horseback and I'll get my reins School teacher, let me get my brains I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?