Lyrical Breakdown of Hustlin' Remix - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hustlin' Remix" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Rick Ross weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hustlin' 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 Rick Ross 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 Rick Ross's narrative.

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Hustlin', hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' (couple thou', couple thou') Every day I'm hustlin' (Slip-N-Slide, Slip-N-Slide) Every day I'm hustlin' (Roc-A-Fella, Roc-A-Fella) Every day I'm hustlin' (one umbrella, nigga, come on) Every day I'm hustlin' (couple thou', couple thou') Every day I'm hustlin' (Slip-N-Slide, Slip-N-Slide) Every day I'm- (Roc-A-Fella), every day I'm (Roc-A-Fella) Every day I'm hustlin' Hustle-, real hard (Rick Ross) Hustle-, hustle-, real hard (triple Cs, Port of Miami) Hustle-, real hard (Poe Boy) Hustle-, hustle-, real hard (305, M-I-Yayo) Hustlin', hustlin', hustle- (uh) Hustlin', hustlin', hustle- (Dade County) Every day I'm-, every day I'm- (it's Ross) Every day I'm hustlin' (uh) I'm the fuckin' future, nigga, what, you can't see the facts? Ya want them pretty things, I'm the one you need to ask They come cross the border, I'm fulfillin' your order But the second ya bought her, fed charges get brought up I'm whippin' the case (case) like I'm whippin' the base (base) Look ya dead in ya face, now tell me how good does it taste (Ross) Willy Falcon, I'm the Dow Jones Down south where them D-Boys ground zones We never steal cars, what I'm puttin' miles on 30 feet, it cost a couple hunnid thousand My shit bigger than yours, at the biddin' wars I'm the one they biddin' for Dawg, I'm just a bigger draw I'm into distribution, I'm like Def-Jam Release fish scales, scales on my desk, man Every day I'm hustlin' E-Every day I'm hustl- Every day I'm hustlin' E-Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm-, every day I'm- Hustle-, real hard (Slick Pulla, what's happenin', nigga?) Hustle-, hustle-, real hard (o-oh) Hustle-, real hard (what they do, yeah) Hustle-, hustle-, real hard (CT, U.S.D.A) Hustlin', hustlin', hustle- Hustlin', hustlin', hustle- (stand the fuck up, yeah) Every day I'm-, every day I'm- (ya'll already know me, nigga, aye) Every day I'm hustlin' (aye, let's go) Snowman, bitch I don't even wear the same drawers (nah) Flat screens on my walls, floors look like bowling balls (damn) I know Big Meech (who?), the real Big Meech (yeah) It's over for you clowns, soon as my nigga hit them streets (aye) I see you ridin', homie, but that ain't hard enough (nah) You know me, I might pull up in a armored truck (woo) I stack big faces (yeah), I stack small faces (aye) I stack all faces, square as white as pillowcases (that's right) I got a dirty mouth (mouth), but my kitchen's clean (yeah) Them folks ridin' hid the pots and the triple beams (haha) Hit the Dodge lot, I must've copped six Magnums (damn) Marriott suite, I must've used six Magnums (aye) Feds on my tail, you know the boy Six Flagged 'em (yeah) Testarossa ride, took 'em on a coaster ride (yeah) G-Mix, remix, still talkin' white bricks Two million records sold, and I'm still talkin' white shit (haha) Every day I'm hustlin' E-Every day I'm hustl- Every day I'm hustlin' E-Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm-, every day I'm- Hustle-, real hard Hustle-, hustle-, real hard Hustle-, real hard Hustle-, hustle-, real hard Hustlin', hustlin', hustle- Hustlin', hustlin', hustle- Every day I'm-, every day I'm- Every day I'm- (hold up) Who you haters think you talkin' to? I'm the fuckin' boss White on white, G4, hater, get lost I'm in the air, I don't hear niggas' corny raps Your nigga Hov is back, ya nigga Hov is back I got a honey bun No, not a chick, I got a honey bun Millions, nigga, I got a couple hun' of them 99 problems, prick, don't become the 100th one 'Less you got a hunnid lives, murder got a hundred, uh We don't resort to violence, we on resorts and islands With linen shorts and shades, case they thought you was lyin' My Louis slippers (uh), Polo top (uh) Linen shorts so my balls don't get hot (hahaha) Yeah, I balls a lot, nah, I owns the team Ricky Ross, Young Jeezy, we owns the scene Stop playin' with me, lames, ya'll not my equal It ain't no coincidence that my age is a kilo Which means that I'm puro, which means that I'm gordo Which means that I use a G4 like an auto I'm a walkin' memorial, I'm legendary for Whippin', whippin' that boss, so Nigga, just let that chorus go Every day I'm hustlin' E-Every day I'm hustl- Every day I'm hustlin' (hey) E-Every day I'm hustlin' (hey) Every day I'm hustlin' (hey) Every day I'm hustlin' (Slip-N-Slide) Every day I'm hustlin' (Roc-A-Fella) Every day I'm-, every day I'm- (one umbrella, nigga)