Lyrical Breakdown of Jamboree (TV Track) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Jamboree (TV Track)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Naughty by Nature weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Jamboree (TV Track)" 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 Naughty by Nature 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 Naughty by Nature's narrative.

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I wanna see y'all, who wanna plan with me Wave your hands across the land if we family Say hot-damn, hot-damn, we wanna jamboree This for my peeps here, I stand for you 'cause you stand for me C'mon I know I jam, I know I jam jam, while oh damn I know I jam, I know I jam jam boree I know I jam, I know I jam jam Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me? Yes, indeed Kaboom kaboom, the platoon came on in eight limbs and timbs Broke rims, smoked sims, whoop dogs with bent rims For the real and the raw, from who'd up with the law I never kill for the thrill, but I cut for the cars Smokin' buddha with a hoota', get better prices from looters Shake my shell with the shooters, leed a luga with duga Some say modelin' and acting mean treach is selling While I'm yelling, first a felon with my gat at ya melon Hella heated, too ill for them to beat it Most cheated, most weeded, most needed, you best believe it Let's take the tapes jam for me, stand for me You're damned to be without the Jamboree C'mon I know I jam, I know I jam jam, while oh damn I know I jam, I know I jam jam boree I know I jam, I know I jam jam Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me? Yes, indeed We've put it down since the days of high school And everywhere we mark we rule Naughty's about to raise our stock And we didn't come to brag about what we got nigga We came to rock We blew the spot taking the streets to pac You'd be thug-style for a while Then cold rolled our jock Using them last few years as our evidence Niggas been tryin' to duplicate the mixture ever since You live in value reprimanded, if you challenge me I guarantee When we finish, I'll be the last man standing Fuck what you heard, Naughty is forever in demand When Kay drop tracks, all the party people jammin' I wanna see y'all, who wanna plan with me Wave your hands across the land if we family Say hot-damn hot-damn, we wanna jamboree This for my peeps here, I stand for you 'cause you stand for me C'mon I know I jam, I know I jam jam, while oh damn I know I jam, I know I jam jam boree I know I jam, I know I jam jam Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me? Yes, indeed I ask the thugs who have mercy in these days is dirty I'm still sturdy and flirty till my derby for jersey The funk is pass booted, lights, camera, shoot it I just did it to do it, that's why I suit it and boot it Here's the graphic, niggas is just a tattered and added Orgy's are automatic from back-traffic to addicts Crush the cabbage straight from the savage to lavish We rip those who rat it, thats why your click had it Dog, cats to coochies, for me it's lootchies, then hootchies 'Cause we'll drop a cuzzie that leaves your whole label woozy And shitty and dizzy because your whole city miss me They whip out their titties and from they kiddies throw me 50's in bundles of 100's, and make every hater want it Drunk and blunt it knock onto the hottest nigga comin' Kay scratch and cut ya, no matta what you make 'em Wanna come and touch her, the punani rusher like Usher C'mon I know I jam, I know I jam jam, while oh damn I know I jam, I know I jam jam boree I know I jam, I know I jam jam Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me? Yes, indeed C'mon I know I jam, I know I jam jam, while oh damn I know I jam, I know I jam jam boree I know I jam, I know I jam jam Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me? Yes, indeed