Lyrical Breakdown of Grillz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Grillz" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Nelly weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Grillz" 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 Nelly 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 Nelly's narrative.
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Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill
Uh
Uh
Add the whole top diamonds and the bottom rose gold (yo)
We about to start an epidemic with this one
Y'all know what this is (uh), So So Def (uh, uh, uh)
Got 30 down at the bottom, 30 mo' at the top
All invisible, set in little ice cube blocks
If I could call it a drink, call it a smile on the rocks
If I could call out a price, let's say I call out a lot
I got like platinum and white golds, traditional gold
I'm changin' grills err'day, like Jay change clothes
I might be grilled out nicely (oh), in my white tee (oh)
On South Beach (oh), in my wife beat
VVS studded, you can tell when they cut it
You see my grand mama hate it, but my lil' mama love it, 'cause when I
Open up ya mouth, your grill gleamin' (gleamin', say what?)
Eyes stay low from the chiefin' (chiefin')
I got a grill I call penny candy, you know what that mean?
It look like Now and Laters, gum drops, jelly beans
I wouldn't leave it for nothin', only a crazy man would
So, if you catch me in your city (uh, uh), somewhere out in your hood, just say
Smile for me, daddy (woo! What you lookin' at? C'mon)
Let me see your grill (let you see my what?)
Ya, ya grill (uh), ya, ya, ya grill
Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill, she said
Smile for me, daddy (what you lookin' at? Uh)
I want to see your grill (you wanna see my what?)
Ya, ya grill (uh), ya, ya, ya grill
Add a whole top diamond and the bottom rose gold
What it do, baby? (Uh), it's the iceman, Paul Wall (yeah)
I got my mouth lookin' somethin' like a disco ball (yeah)
I got the diamonds and the ice, all hand set
I might cause a cold front if I take a deep breath (already)
My teeth gleamin', like I'm chewin' on aluminum foil
Smilin', showin' off my diamonds, sippin' on some potent oil
I put my money where my mouth is and bought a grill
20 carats, 30 stacks, let 'em know, I'm so fo' real (yeah)
My motivation is them 30 pointers, VVS
The frontage in my mouthpiece simply symbolize success (that's right)
I got the wrist wear and neck wear that's captivatin' (wut?)
But it's my smile that got these onlookers spectatin' (wow)
My mouthpiece simply certified a total package
Open up my mouth, and you see more carrots than a salad (c'mon, man)
My teeth are mind blowin' givin' everybody chills
Call me George Foreman (Joe), 'cause I'm sellin' everybody grills
Smile for me, daddy (woo! What you lookin' at? Uh)
Let me see ya grill (let me see my what?)
Ya, ya grill (uh), ya, ya, ya grill
Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill, she said
Smile for me daddy (woo! What you lookin' at? Uh)
I want to see your grill (you wanna see my what?)
Ya, ya grill (uh), ya, ya, ya grill
Add a whole top diamonds and the bottom rose gold (kinfolk, c'mon)
Gipp got them yellows, got them purples, got them reds (hey)
Lights gon' head and make you woozy in ya head (hey, yeah)
You can catch me in my Too $hort drop
Mouth got colors like a Fruit Loop box (yuh)
It's what it do, in Lou', ice grill, Country Grammar
Where the hustlers move bricks and the gangsters bang hammers (bao)
Where I got 'em, you can spot 'em on the top, on the bottom
Got a bill in my mouth like I'm Hillary Rodham (woo-ooh!)
I ain't dissin' nobody, but let's bring it to the light (go cuz)
Gipp was the first with my mouth bright white (that's right)
Yeah, these hoes can't focus 'cause they eyesight blurry
Tippin' on some fours, you can see my mouth jewelry
I got four different sets, it's a fabulous thang
One white, one yellow, like Fabolous chain
And the other set is same, got my name in the mold
Add a whole top diamond and the bottom rose gold (c'mon)
Smile for me, daddy (woo! What you lookin' at? Uh)
Let me see ya grill (let me see my what?)
Ya, ya grill (uh), ya, ya, ya grill
Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill, she said (ay)
Smile for me daddy (woo! What you lookin' at? Uh)
I want to see your grill (you wanna see my what?)
Ya, ya grill (uh), ya, ya, ya grill
Add a whole top diamonds and the bottom rose gold
Sing to me
Boy, how you'd get ya grill that way? (Huh?)
And how much did you pay?
Every time I see you, the first thing I wan' say, hey
Smile for me, daddy (woo! What you lookin' at? Uh)
Let me see ya grill (let me see my what? Hey)
Ya, ya grill (uh), ya, ya, ya grill
Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill, she said (c'mon)
Smile for me daddy (woo! What you lookin' at? Uh)
I want to see your grill (you wanna see my what?)
Ya, ya grill (uh), ya, ya, ya grill
Add a whole top diamonds and the bottom rose gold (c'mon)