Lyrical Breakdown of Ragtime Interludeim Really Hot - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Missy Elliott weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ragtime Interludeim Really Hot" 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 Missy Elliott employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Ho (ho), ho (ho), ho (ho), ho (ho)
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm really, really
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Let me holla at the DJ
Come on DJ put that record on the replay
Don't you see how them bitches move they bootay?
Every time you play this record, smell they coochie
Follow dem', screamin' like a groupie
Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochay
For them hater, fuck whatever you say
Because you know I'm too cool for you anyway
I'm just a bad bitch
M-I-S, Miss
I'ma keep talkin' shit 'til you get this
I'ma bust up in the club with no guest list
Them other artists, I keep 'em all restless
I don't french kiss unless it's 50 cent
Vivica, we can share him like the president
Tabloids, I don't care, it's irrelevant
I'm heaven sent, now watch how I do this shit
Ho (ho) (I'm, I'm), ho (ho) (I'm), ho (ho)
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
I'm really, really hot
Every time my records drop
Radio says I won't stop
'Cause I'm killin' em'
You don't know what you talkin' bout
You would think I was Suge when I come out
My album hit hard when I roll out
Y'all records make a bitch wanna throw 'em out
And that's no doubt
See I rock bells, fly as hell and cool as zinfandel, baby can't ya' tell
I lick my lips like I'm L.L
And I'm doin' it, and doin' it, and doin' it well
Straight to the hotel
I'm celibate, so, boy, you gets no tail
Kiss, kiss and still you gets nowhere
Just two blue balls down in yo' underwear, I play unfair
I'm a hot gal, hot cars and stars and strip bars, ain't hot if I'm not there
I'm a true player, you can find me up in any record store, hurry up and get yours
Ho (ho) (I'm, I'm), ho (ho) (I'm), ho (ho)
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
I'm really, really hot
Every time my records drop
Radio says I won't stop
'Cause I'm killin' 'em
Look, let me move to the left
Go 'head, let me feel myself
Touch my chest, my sweat
Show that DJ how I shake my breast
Jiggle, jiggle, jangle, watch how my gluteus dangle
I do a 1-2 step, stop, no, I ain't done yet
Everybody in the club, go to work
Tight jeans, crop shirts, short skirts
I'ma rock to the beat till' it hurt
I'ma drop it on the street, yeah, ya heard
Haters, I flip the bird
Got guns, so what? I ain't scurred
I came to boogie and swerve
I ain't lyin' folk, that's my word
Ho (ho) (I'm, I'm), ho (ho) (I'm), ho (ho)
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
I'm really, really hot
Every time my records drop
Radio says I won't stop
'Cause I'm killin' 'em
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