Lyrical Breakdown of Tho Dem Wraps - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tho Dem Wraps" 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 "Tho Dem Wraps" 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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Uhh, I falls through in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan With the best thunder Sean John, you don't want none Partner, I got a rep for leavin' heads swollen up On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up Hold up, with the budda thumpin' niggas quota And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder I told ya, 'Tics live for the street life Eat right, fuck good, and reffer thru the pipe I'm gettin' head all night And if it's some beef, I pumpin' lead on sight Until they deceased I took ya head off right I live in the beast Nigga, where the feds, play sheist I still floss ice, keep it tight E-very time, call me the Black Liberace when I'm playing mine That's how I flow, I gotta get mine, partna, any way it go Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4 Let's make a million Keep it real for triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and hydro Fuck a bitch and some clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the dough Let's make a million Keep it real for triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and hydro Fuck a bitch and some clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the dough My nigga, I can make a million blind-folded, with no shows Using no flows, just Arm-n-Hammer and four O's Gimmie low-do's and a connect, that neva closed And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRos Fuck some Mo-Mo's, gimme hundred spokes, all chrome On the Navigator equipped to click and log on I need that before it's gone 'Fore they even bring it home Matta fact, I'll tell you whats in the back, its all wrong Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in Matching leather carseat, in case my son get in I spare one off in the back in case he brings his friend PlayStation just in case a nigga think he can win Let's make a million Keep it real for triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and hydro Fuck a bitch and some clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the dough Let's make a million Keep it real for triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and hydro Fuck a bitch and some clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the dough I gotta make a million Gotta get myself a million Gonna turn that into a billion If not, then I just won't die I say now, tho yo wrappers off in tha air But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares I'm gettin' stares from dime bitches, is he alone Where's his Mrs., 1-2-3-4-5 bottles of Cris's On the table, arms got straws they ripped off the labels No more shows for free, I'm pay-per-view like cable They all screamin' my name, different shades and race Take them all backstage and lett'em plead they case Make a million like Jigga, standin' in one place Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my face They threw a weak plan B says who? (says Mase) Then what's plan A cause plan B about papes Let's make a million Keep it real for triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and hydro Fuck a bitch and some clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the dough Let's make a million Keep it real for triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and hydro Fuck a bitch and some clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the dough I gotta make a million Gotta get myself a million Gonna turn that into a billion If not, then I just won't die All my Midwest niggas tryin' to make a mill Tho dem wrappas (and get the dough) All my Dirty South niggas tryin' to make a mill Tho dem wrappas (and get the dough) All my West Coast niggas tryin' to make a mill Tho dem wrappas (and get the dough) All my East Coast niggas tryin' to make a mill Tho dem wrappas (and get the dough)