Lyrical Breakdown of Hold Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hold Up" 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 "Hold Up" 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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Ya'll already know what this is homeboy No no no no no nigga Fuck what you heard homeboy Real niggas on deck Goons is out nigga We do 100 on the highway Switching lane after lane If the po po come in let em Ain't no stopping today We brought them horses out tonight (hey) Them big blocks dude Cam phone pipes (hey) I know you here 'em Please who in your room would trade places with me If I ain't what ya trying to be than why you hustling see To be young black and rich If that ain't the combination Tell me when it switched I need to know (listen) Maybe the problem is your thinking to small You niggas only wanna rap and that's all Your only goal is to buy out the mall I go and buy me a mall You want the stuff for the summer I'm gon buy me the fall And get a myspace lick (yeaaah) You know how many hits myspace gets (yeaaah) Man it's like I'm hurting feelings just by telling the truth I'm hurting feelings in and out of this booth Now listen You see me sitting in the turning lane (whooo) Yours big but mine bigger man You wanna brag about a lil change You need to step up your game lil boy Hold up, Hold up Hold up, Hold up Hold up, Hold up You better sit your ass down Hold up, Hold up Hold up, Hold up Hold up, Hold up You better sit your ass down Well pac I see these haters watching me But I ain't tripping ya'll see there ain't no stopping me Weigh in the middle And I'm steady buying property I got land to catch me you hit the lottery Niggas so stop playing Boy I ride what I want to and ye ain't know See me buying what I want to Walk out the store 100 thousand in my pocket You can tell how I want I ball like a dog Horsing at the red light On chrome drop top candy red type 454 nigga want better bring it home (Fresh off vacation all this hate got me paranoid) Yeah better know it Wanna bring it you ain't ready for it No right now what's ya tell em go get boy And lights out And nigga I ain't playing with ya Come any day I'll hit ya Don't let me pull up on ya in that turning lane nigga You see me sitting in the turning lane (whooo) Yours big but mine bigger man You wanna brag about a lil change You need to step up your game lil boy Hold up, Hold up Hold up, Hold up Hold up, Hold up You better sit your ass down Hold up, Hold up Hold up, Hold up Hold up, Hold up You better sit your ass down My bread stack high like mike in NBA highlights Man just means jacuzzi bubbling with sky lights Smoke cool L jueal kill a niggas eye sight Wal mart stops in 87 like damn right My wrist stay glistening Two birds kissing I'm sick of all this money somebody call a physician in The american dream I'm with niggas is visioning You clowns ain't making it rain it's just drizzling Acting like I ain't paid what you talking bout I throw a party at the bank walk a million out Got over 30 movies what you think you doing to me You sold a couple records how you think you gon do me You know I'm in shape I slap you you gon try and sue me I buy you off slide off with your lil cutie All the money is a god damn new sense Look at my career yeah I'm the blueprint You see me sitting in the turning lane (whooo) Yours big but mine bigger man You wanna brag about a lil change You need to step up your game lil boy you better Hold up, Hold up Hold up, Hold up Hold up, Hold up You better sit your ass down Hold up, Hold up Hold up, Hold up Hold up, Hold up You better sit your ass down