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

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pourin Up" 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 "Pourin 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 Pimp C 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 Pimp C's narrative.

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Smoke somethin' bitch A trademark, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Young Pimp, know what we doin'? Texas Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup All my cars got leather and wood, in my, uh, hood we call it Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes Sellin' cocaine outta candy thang Jammin Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang 'Cause I'ma †Hot Boy', gotta hot flame And my hoes pay me, just like Baby That's the only way they can lay me Niggaz shoot slugs but they ain't graze me They want Sweet Jones be pushin' daisies But you slow and lazy, you can't fade me That's the reason I knock ya lady How you gon' pimp wit'cha dick up in her? I told the pimp God that you was a sinner You takin' these square hoes out to dinner The bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner I mix her whole head up like a blender Hoe need a daddy, you'se pretender I used to be a young drug dealer Now, I'ma young girl stealer I hit the streets like just like Steve Jackson Nigga, say my name, watch the priest reaction Sweet Jones or Sweet James? Switched my name and finger fucked the game The nigga fell off 'cause his raps are shitty Plus a nigga need to move up out the city The game gritty but the bitch pretty Lemme snatch the white girl up off ya titty Ya heard me right, I play wit' what I knows Wear platinum piece and wit' the Gucci clothes Paid my dues, I ain't came to lose I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes In the winter time, mink coat to match And they on the floor wit' my candy 'Lac Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup All my cars got leather and wood, in my, uh, hood we call it Uh, I'm comin' out in that candy thang 8 carats in my pinky rang Drop the top in the parking lot So y'all can see where the deserts swang Candy paint what I'm flippin' on 84's and vogues what I'm tippin' on Momo wood grain I'm grippin' on Grippin' on I said, candy paint what I'm flippin' on 84's and vogues what I'm tippin' on Momo wood grain I'm grippin' on Codeine in cup I'm sippin' on I hog the lane in that candy train Swingin' left and right then I turn up the bang I'ma say it for those Who don't know my name, know my name They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick Ice Age the name, you can't tell by the wrists? I sit on buck in that candy 6 And I keep that thing real handy bitch I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun Do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run 'Cause I don't got no love for 'em But hard dick and bubble gum I said, I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun Do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run 'Cause I don't got no love for 'em But hard dick and bubble gum I said, I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun Do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run 'Cause I don't got no love for 'em But hard dick and bubble gum Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup All my cars got leather and wood, in my, uh, hood we call it When I pull the slab out and hit the block Wit' them 4's and vogues they clankin' out When they trunks pop, drop the top Don't be surprised you can go in shock Wit' them neon lights, candy paint Belts and buckles across the back Don't disrespect or call this a Caddy Maybe this more than just a 'Lac Some like it white but I'ma go to green Purple, dro up in the swisha Horny ladies sittin' on the grill Wood grain to grip it's hard to miss us We G, so don't dismiss us Been here before, gon' be here later Down wit' that, you understand the G Code And if you don't then you'se hater Insult, I can't roll wit'cha, it ain't how I do it mayne I'm from Texas, P.A. to be exact where we screw it man UGK for life is the family, that's how we get down Bring them trill niggaz to ya hood and shut ya shit down Playa, you need to sit down, you outta ya league Tryna keep up wit' the trill, you just might die of fatigue You can't carry the load, you can't handle the weight Not like them boys up out that Lone Star state so get it straight We be Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup All my cars got leather and wood, in my, uh, hood we call it