Lyrical Breakdown of Money Cars (feat. Webbie) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Money Cars (feat. Webbie)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Pimp C weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Money Cars (feat. Webbie)" 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 Pimp C employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Jail, bars, hell no
I got it, holla, 20's swole
You need weight? I'm straight, wodie, come on let's go
I need a Cadillac truck on them 24's
So I'ma make the block buck like I'm club hoes
Ounces, quarters, grams, yeah
Steal, pills, kill for sale
I love pretty gals
I'm thug, can't you tell?
Rest? No. Hustle? Yes
Beef? Tool, invest for that
Struggle, hustle, flip, and bubble
Scandalous hoes, don't trust 'em, don't love 'em
I am Webbie, I'm thuggin'
And I can get it from the weed to the crack, it's lovely
I hit the mall and spend a G like that
Big green stacks, nigga we like that
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Jail, bars, hell no
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Jail, bars, hell no
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Jail, bars, hell no
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Jail, bars, hell no
I make cheese, therefore you can call me mozarella
20 Inch with a pretty Cinderella
Call me the welder 'cause I keep the hot metal
Or call me Jay-Z, I'll be done Rockefeller
Call me what you want, just don't call me no bitch
Got doubts that I'm a mane? Nigga, ask yo bitch
I'm on the block, holla, got them things going for 6
You want a block proper? Got as much as you can get
I got a pussy poppa, she'll suck ya dick, whatever
She 'bout makin' some cheddar, was an angel when I met her
An old school on them 22's with that pressure
I got to stack more 'cause that Jag ride better
My nigga shine too 'cause my nigga buy whatever
My nigga wasn't on the shit, now I write my nigga letters
Ten shiny golds, ten finest hoes
Actin' bad, Webbie Webbie gettin' blowed
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Jail, bars, hell no
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Jail, bars, hell no
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Jail, bars, hell no
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Jail, bars, hell no
Another nigga done died in the fuckin' hood
But he went out chasin' some paper so it's all good
Done seen an increase in my haters since I signed a deal
Niggas must think that I wear pussy, I'll blind 'em still
What, you gon' hustle for your shoes or you gon' pay your bills?
Niggas done heard a nigga got it, now they keep it real
What the fuck? I done grind, now I stand out
Now you want mine? Come in lookin' for your handout? (Bitch)
Smash out, you will love how these hoes holla
Girbaud down, pop collars, sippin' green bottles
Got beaucoup dollars for the flow so I ain't sweatin' that
I spend some dollars with your hoe 'cause I'ma get it back
Go get your whip licked sick, is you feelin' that?
Or get your dick sucked quick by a pretty black
I want a J-Lo hoe with an unscented cat
So we can gigolo together, imagine that
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Jail, bars, hell no
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Jail, bars, hell no
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Jail, bars, hell no
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Jail, bars, hell no