Lyrical Breakdown of Ballin Out Of Control - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Nate Dogg weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ballin Out Of Control" 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 Nate Dogg 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 Nate Dogg's narrative.

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Chiti-chiti-bang-bang Don chi chi (That's me) Rollin wit'cha nigga Nate D You know these niggas straight bang Big game D, ballin' with the 21st Street Chiti-chiti-bang-bang Don chi chi (That's me) Still makin' tight-ass beats I'm rollin' in my brome, I stay sweet Ain't nobody ballin' like me It goes, mirror mirror on the wall Who's the biggest baller of all I got a 700, a Bentley and a Magine The girls just die when I'm ridin' past Live life like I'm sellin' pies Ah-rabian with two or three wives Two or three houses to hide, ten cars that's parked outside And they all got bodies that's wide, follow me As the Leer jet flies, over Crimson Tides Four bedroom duplex in the sky Nicknamed Lottery 'cuz I don't stop spendin' When the wheels stop, the chrome keep spinnin' Like the six moon-walkin', shit I ain't talkin' I'm straight livin' it, it's a wonder I ain't shiverin' I'm so frozen and you've been chosen To roll with me and Nate D O double G, sing It's five o'clock in the mornin' I've already downed five, I've already downed five Mo's See ya around my block on the weekend All we do is chase bad, all we do is chase bad hoes Ask me, what we did was crime If not then I just say no, then I just say no Three girls a date, that's my limit We ballin' outta control, we ballin' outta control Now whether you like me or not whenever I drop You know, I give you number one hits platinum hot It's so much clarity in my rocks, I'm thinkin' like It's gotta be somebody greater, maybe it's not 'Cuz I flow for those, that get that dough Hits for every chick with a size C tits See it's like this, I don't mind wavin' at you kids But I can't manage to raise my wrist Jewels so heavy, y'all fools ain't ready My twenty-two shot the streets into confetti Move like Andretti, redlinin' Whatever city I'm in, headlinin' At five a.m. I'm still lookin' for mo' Still gettin' crunk, still lettin' it flow Bar outta Cris' now I'm drinkin' Mo' Stomach upset, I feel like I'm about to let it go It's five o'clock in the mornin' Got my pedal to the flo', got my pedal to the flo' It's time I test my 600 Wonder how fast this bitch go, wonder how fast this bitch go Three girls and two of 'em sleepin' One got her hands on my bow, one got her hands on my bow Sun's comin' up, we still drinkin' We ballin' outta control, really ballin' outta control Dance, everybody And everybody just clap ya hands Lemme see y'all dance, everybody Everybody just clap ya hands Lemme see y'all dance, everybody And everybody just clap ya hands Lemme see y'all dance, everybody Everybody just clap ya hands Chiti-chiti-bang-bang Don chi chi Rollin wit'cha nigga Nate D You know these niggas straight bang Big game D, ballin' with the 21st Street Chiti-chiti-bang-bang Don chi chi Still makin' tight-ass beats I'm rollin' in my brome, I stay sweet Ain't nobody ballin' like me