Lyrical Breakdown of House Party (feat. Fabolous, Wale & Mac Miller) (Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "House Party (feat. Fabolous, Wale & Mac Miller) (Remix)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Meek Mill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "House Party (feat. Fabolous, Wale & Mac Miller) (Remix)" 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 Meek Mill 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 Meek Mill's narrative.

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Ayy Meek Milly, is my niggas there? (Yeah) Is there some bitches there? (Yeah) Is that Cîroc there? Woo, woo (yeah) Well let's go I tell her meet me in the bathroom, hold up, better yet my bedroom I call that my VIP, fuck a bad bitch get some head room If I score her and her girlfriend, I'm callin' a and one (and one) If I murder that from the back, I'm calling it redrum (redrum)(Gangsta) All these bad hoes in my sight I see bad hoes on my left, I see bad hoes on my right And they like shots, shots, shots, shots Loso bring a box Cîroc Mac gonna bring some OG and we gonna party, la-di-da Wale said he on his way, (Wale) with Black Cobain and BOA (what up?) MMG we in this bitch, we ballin' hard, no we don't play (swish) We stackin' chips like Frito Lay, flexin' on these mothafuckas I walk in the buildin' and I'm fresher than a mothafucka (mothafucka) Shawty bad (shawty bad), yeah, she a star (she a star) I tell her bring it back like a DVR (DVR) Ain't nobody leavin' (nah), 'cause we too far I tell her my dick can't breathe and she gon' give me CPR Cîroc all on my table, bitches in the livin' room They gon' ask you at the door, "What you tryna get into?" Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two Bottles poppin', models watchin' all in my livin' room Welcome to my house party party I say one big room (ah), full of real niggas (ah) Bunch of bad bitches (woah), and some chill niggas (woah) Crib out in Bel-Air, no Uncle Phil niggas So I take 'em in the basement and yeah I feel Tigga I don't hear niggas corny raps, yeah I feel Jigga (Hov) You lil' niggas do whatever make you feel bigger Every time I'm 'round ya'll, somethings a little fishy I smell, I smell, I smell pussy What's your name, where you from? Almost done with interview I'm into havin' intercourse, is that somethin' that interests you? Yes, no, maybe so, baby bro fix me up Real house party shit now hold up your Dixie cup (get 'em up) With your other hand, do me a fuckin' favor (put 'em up) Put a middle finger up and say, "Fuck the neighbors" (fuck the neighbors) And fuck the haters (fuck the haters), they never invited They can't get on my level, my level is private (woo) Who fly more than me? My level is pilot (woo) My pockets stay fat, I'm never on diet (nice) Don't be stuntin' out of town when you get on I do you like Kid and whoop your ass when you get home, boy Welcome to my house party, party, party Welcome to my house party, party, party (what up? Ayy Meek, what up?) Welcome to my house party, party, party (ayy Coon, Omelly what's up?) Welcome to my house party, party, party (double MG shit, D.C., double M) Hol' up, this gon' be one vicious flow Show me what it's hittin' fo' (woo) Promise if I kill the pussy, I'll send you home in a Ghost And we on, Joe, Burberry my winter coat Germantown my older bitch, she call me her younger jawn Kick game, ain't on Kelly Bund, I'm fuckin' with plenty bud Got a new Lorraine, she got her a Cindy jump MMG and we out, couple blunts deep as fuck Haters love to talk you down when bitches always pick you up Maybach Bitch, we the winnin' team (work) How can I illustrate, you drawlin' if you ain't with me? Ballin' like I'm in that league Flossin' out, yo' bitch gon' leave Party at the L-I-V, y'all gon' be like this shit OD Mansion party, yeah they on the couches Most of 'em got no conscience, I promise I keep a condom E'ry Friday new polish (work), shawty fly but she modest Double MG money speakin', bet you tired of talkin' (Wale, Wale) Cîroc all on my table, bitches in the livin' room They gon' ask you at the door, "What you tryna get into?" (I'ma do this one) Only me and my niggas (with a bottle of champagne in my hands) Tell her bring a friend or two (see if that helps) Bottles poppin', models watching all up in my livin' room Welcome to my house party, party You only gettin' one shot I hope your picture takes (takes, takes) Bitch, I'm spittin' on this remix like I'm Kid and Play (Play, Play) You know I'm gettin' laid like I'm Vincent Chase (Chase, Chase) I'm thinkin' Ye should hit me just say that shit is cray Off the backboard playa, I enjoy the bank (bank, bank) Plus my people smokin' on that pack, a noise complaint (woo) I murder beats and get away, it's First 48 But this the house of love homie, word to Courtney's place Twenty racks a night, that's on merchandise (woo) I'm rollin' up this killer, sippin' purple Sprite (Sprite) Party hard then head to Europe on a early flight (flight, flight) Walkin' 'cross the London Bridge, that's that Fergie life White boy (boy), gone wild (wild) Every time I do a show it's like the Pope in town (town) And I call my girl Titanic, 'cause she go down (down) Hope she don't drown (drown), bitch Welcome to my house party, party, party Welcome to my house party, party, party Welcome to my house party, party, party Welcome to my house party, party, party Cîroc all on my table, bitches in the livin' room They gon' ask you at the door, "What you tryna get into?" (Door) Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two Bottles poppin', models watchin' all up in my livin' room (livin' room) Welcome to my house party, party (livin' room) (Party, party, party, party, party, party, party)