Lyrical Breakdown of City Lights - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Method Man & Redman weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "City Lights" 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 Method Man & Redman 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 Method Man & Redman's narrative.

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I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky Hit 145, bout like 12 twinkies Today a good day, I know don't jinx it I will keep a smith, just like J Pinkett Baby without blinkin, I do it my way I shit on folks, the opposite of R.K I'm rude pardon me, I'm too hood doc On your mind all the time, like new E.R.A Who am I That nigga to fly My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines I ain't lyin' I'm back boy, you hit the backboard I'm all swish make a memo on your blackboard This class here nigga is for the underground UGK, Doc & Meth lockin the summer down And I ain't playin' games homie, so get it right Cause I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up under city lights Yo, I dropped in 95, now I'm on 95 South in the dirty been ridin' dirty since dirty died I guess you dirty my nigga, heard me I'm certified And when I ride I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey drive I make it happen homie, I take you back when I was wearin pony And the older niggas be snappin on me How many rapper know me? I know a cash on Face is the game I take it, and Holy matrimony And now can't nothin hold me, I fucks with UGK Some dudes are more like Kobe, I'm more like [? ] You either in it pimpin'or you just in the way I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today Two things to know about me, I guess I neva change And keep this money like Southern Cali, it never rain See, I ain't playin games with ya, so get it right And I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up up on the city lights Yeah, UGK 4 Life R.I.P. to da Pimp For the king of the trill is up in this bitch Drop the top and I hit the switch You see my leather seats tuck and stich Texas niggas, we gettin rich Fuck a hater man, fuck a snitch G code nigga we don't love the po po No more swag man, pass the do do We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo? I'm bout my Doe hoe so don't play with my bread man I been tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so instead I'm popin' a truck and grabbin that chopper with an AK to your head I'd rather be layin up in tha bed with you baby and makin head Yeah, my Cadillac cold candy painted drippin like burnin dick My steerin' wheel is wood grain I grip it and turn it quick I'm ridin 4s both black and yellow stripes like a Steeler And as far as rims go, I'm a 84 wheeler A slab peller when I mash out in the cadi lean And back up on leather man I'm smoking on a fatty It's UGK 4 Life if you ain't know you'd better get it right (Why?) I get Tore up under city lights, I I get tore up on the city lights