Lyrical Breakdown of A Woman - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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This for all the soldierettes that made it through the war Was able to maintain the struggle Oh yeah, this for all them thug girls out there She that gangsta type, love to fight Roll motorbikes, whoa, then she'll do it all night Feel her fall, she'll kill a dog Do a bid in a minute just to get some scrilla dog It's a cold game, I mean she use code names Like Nikki, Mimi, Shelly, you know her man She be iced out, creep when the lights out Be a queen to the king, I mean a right spouse Project chick but when you see her she be classy Thuggin' on the block but in bed she be nasty I'm lovin' that, I mean I'm huggin' that Put ten karats on her finger, got other bitches muggin' that Roll 600's, tats on stomach Ain't no stuntin', but love gettin' money Down for whatever, thug to the end From the cradle to the grave, from the streets to the pen Ya heard me? More than a woman Holla when you need me More than a woman to me Holla when you need me More than a woman Holla when you need me More than a woman to me Holla when you need me I call her baby boo, I'm one, she two Rich or poor, we gon' stick like glue Go to war with her, jump in the car with her Wifey material, I mean my nigga Be my lady, drive me crazy Like Rolls, it's Bentley or 'Cedes Don't creep with her, gotta sleep with her I mean I love her too much to draw the heat with her Keep it realer, love scrilla Thug figga, hustler, real go-getter Made Mrs., iced out wrists Love, kisses, went to the feds the first to visit More than a woman Holla when you need me More than a woman to me Holla when you need me More than a woman Holla when you need me More than a woman to me Holla when you need me More than a woman Holla when you need me More than a woman to me Holla when you need me More than a woman Holla when you need me More than a woman to me Holla when you need me