Lyrical Breakdown of Bout Dat - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bout Dat" 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 "Bout Dat" 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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[Silkk the Shocker] Niggas hear this I want niggas to mug niggas Like, what you lookin at? [Master P] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce When my real niggas come; flip a ounce wit me, ounce wit me Bounce wit me, bounce wit me. c'mon bounce When my real niggas come; flip a ounce wit me, ounce wit me [Chorus 2X: Master P] Bentleys and Hummers; lil daddy, we bout dat (VROOM, VROOM) Whodi, ice on our mouth and wrist, we bout dat (Bling! Bling!) Block parties in the projects; souljas, we bout dat Only guns and pretty bitches my niggas we bout dat [Master P] Drop platinum on the street, Ghetto D and Ghetto Postage Homey don't touch the weed, lil whodi, and don't smoke it Jack one of my souljas lil daddy; I doubt dat! Get paid on the 1st & 15th, we bout dat! A thousand fuckin grams, lil whodi, I got dat Goin for sixteen five, you want it then holla back! We in the project livin nigga, rollin with my boyz Hustlin on them rocks, but we strapped wit dem toyz You come up fakin and frontin You get your wig split nigga Live by the knife Whodi die by the trigga We be runnin dem blocks Duckin Dodgin dem cops Slangin tape till they pop And we gon' ball till we drop (Ya Heard!) Chorus [Silkk the Shocker] All they can say is, when they see us be like, that's them bastards! Silkk and P equals dope, come on that's simple mathematics Niggas wanna be more, famous then rich Now I might hang wit a chick or just, hang in the bricks Nuttin polite, opposite of nice, gangsta shit You ain't never seen 2 or more niggas, gangsta then dis See we right where da block at Right where da spot at Right where it's hot I mean Right where the cops at Ball 'till we fall, never gon' stop dat Do what we done, come on, never gon' top dat (Ha) Chorus [Master P] Fool kid nappin papers nigga, we bout dat No Limit stuntin 'n frontin lil daddy, I doubt dat Ride me out Silkk {Silkk's voice sound effects) Vvvrummm! Vvvrummm! Vvvrummm! Vvvrummm! Eeeerrrr!