Lyrical Breakdown of Ghetto & Ratchet (Remy Ma Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ghetto & Ratchet (Remy Ma Remix)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Remy Ma weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ghetto & Ratchet (Remy Ma Remix)" 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 Remy Ma 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 Remy Ma's narrative.

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(Ayy, who made it? Milan made it, bitch) (Ayo, A, it's the beat for me) Wanna fuck with a baddie, the baddest But I'm sorry, lil' baby, I live in the Bronx All my bitches is ghetto and ratchet Man, this shit'll get lit, where the matches? Don't be wantin' no smoke, tell 'em pass it (Shots, shots, shots) if it's static (Watch, watch, watch) like a Patek (Pop, pop, pop) automatics When I'm pattin' my side, I ain't shakin' my hip I'm just makin' sure I got the blick Up it in traffic, shit got a kick You dip, he dip, she dip, we dip Stuntin' on niggas that ain't in my bracket If you want the cookie, gotta tax it All of my exes wish I was average Snap back pussy, got 'em like elastic Now let's get it How we move I'm in tune with the trappers and goons Bitches was sleep, I was hittin' the snooze Yellow tape, I put a bitch on the news Like, I be linin' these niggas, they food You fall in love, you be sendin' him nudes After I fuck him, I give him the boot I be hidin' and duckin', he think I'm his boo Wanna fuck with a baddie, the baddest But I'm sorry, lil' baby, I live in the Bronx All my bitches is ghetto and ratchet Man, this shit'll get lit, where the matches? Don't be wantin' no smoke, tell 'em pass it (Shots, shots, shots) if it's static (Watch, watch, watch) like a Patek (Pop, pop, pop) automatics Hood niggas and drug dealers And gang members with tattoos With a big blick and a big dick And he eat pussy like a vacuum Fuck a drill rapper, he be killin' shit Fuck a scammin' nigga, he be stealin' shit I meant to let him hit, then we fell asleep And when I woke up, he was still in it Yeah, it's Remy (it's Remy), it's Litty (it's Litty) Just got some brand-new titties My ass so soft and I'm real life pretty And you love how I talk, so New York City Got a problem, bitch, say somethin' (bitch, say somethin') Fuck wantin' ya nigga, I take him Yeah, my voice deep 'cause my throat deep He want me and Connie in a threesome Big Bronx Wanna fuck with a baddie, the baddest But I'm sorry, lil' baby, I live in the Bronx All my bitches is ghetto and ratchet Man, this shit'll get lit, where the matches? Don't be wantin' no smoke, tell 'em pass it (Shots, shots, shots) if it's static (Watch, watch, watch) like a Patek (Pop, pop, pop) automatics Wanna fuck with a baddie, the baddest But I'm sorry, lil' baby, I live in the Bronx All my bitches is ghetto and ratchet Man, this shit'll get lit, where the matches? Don't be wantin' no smoke, tell 'em pass it (Shots, shots, shots) if it's static (Watch, watch, watch) like a Patek (Pop, pop, pop) automatics When I'm pattin' my side, I ain't shakin' my hip I'm just makin' sure I got the blick Up it in traffic, shit got a kick You dip, he dip, she dip, we dip When I'm pattin' my side, I ain't shakin' my hip I'm just makin' sure I got the blick Up it in traffic, shit got a kick You dip, he dip, she dip, we dip Shots, shots, shots Watch, watch, watch Pop, pop, pop (Remy, Remy) (Remy) Shots, shots, shots (Remy, Remy) Watch, watch, watch (Remy) Pop, pop, pop (Connie, you're serious, right?)