Lyrical Breakdown of Who Want Some - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Who Want Some" 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 "Who Want Some" 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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[Chorus 4X: Master P] Who said he want some Boy you don't want none We wile out in the club and that dum diddy dum dum [Master P] I like them girls but I don't fuck with them haters We in the club hella deep like the No Limit raiders And uh, I don't know what they told you boy But we the new No Limit fuckin' soldiers boy We got the club so rowdy and we 'bout that shit I done chilled for a minute now I'm back to making hits And I'm back to slanging Cris and put these little boys on the pine And I'm back to tear the club up and claim what's mine I'm the realest that you see, I'm the realest that you know We gonna party in this bitch till they shut down the doors Then, after the party it's the afterparty And if the girls get naughty it's the hotel lobby [Chorus] [Master P] Now if you bout it, then say you bout it bout it If you came to act a fool then it's time to get rowdy (what) Represent your hood boy, we thug it like that It ain't where you from boy, it's where you at T-shirts and du-rags, and we don't give a fuck We came to this party to get this motherfucker buck We break bread, and wile out in the club If that ain't your girl tell her to show a nigga love And I don't give a fuck, represent where you at Them thugs in the front and them gangstas in the back Soldier rags in the air, raise up them tanks Three fuckin' mothers and them pass me the dranks (uhhh) [Chorus - 1/2] Who said he want some (Chicago, Texas) Boy you don't want none (Carolina, Alabama) We wile out in the club and that dumb diddy dumb dumb (Missisippi, Georgia, Florida, Ohio) Tennessee (motherfucker, where they at, who want some, there they go) [repeat in background] D.C. [Chorus repeats in background] Boston New York Arkanasas Milwaukee Arizona California Philadephia Kentucky Atlanta Nebraska Colorado The bayou The whole state of Louisiana getting hotter Hit 'em up Hawaii and Oklahoma getting buck Who wants some, who wants some Motherfucker, who wants some