Lyrical Breakdown of Trap House - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Trap House" 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 "Trap House" 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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You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Juheard!) Yeah, bigger than life Cookin' up Big money poppin' boy Cookin' up Cookin' up They talking bout me in the trap house They asking bout me in the trap house They talking bout me in the trap house They asking bout me in the trap house What the business is, stay up out of mine What the business is, stay up out of mine They talking bout me in the trap house They asking bout me in the trap house Trap house, trap house Niggas mad that I went and got my visa Thirty on my wrist, had to roll my sleeve up Damn right we rock it, damn right we cop it Fly cars we whipping, the fuck boys be plotting Purple Jolly Ranchers, chain couple advances Wrist and watch ring, blue and white like Kansas Right side turn wheel, talk kush? We burn fields Swore I seen the devil on my first meal Had to kill the watch, nigga, time served I'm talking 9, 000 watts, nigga, you ain't heard? They talking bout me in the trap house They asking bout me in the trap house They talking bout me in the trap house They asking bout me in the trap house What the business is, stay up out of mine What the business is, stay up out of mine They talking bout me in the trap house They asking bout me in the trap house You know my wardrobe foreign nigga You know my watch foreign nigga I talk money, some say I speak foreign Whip foreign, watch foreign, bitch foreign Told her to dance, and that bitch kept going Cake, cake, cake, cake, just throw it I'm a boss, motherfucker Pull up to the club just to floss, motherfucker On the salt, motherfucker Rich motherfucker, all the whips foreign Take your bitch, motherfucker Suck a dick, motherfucker I'm the shit, motherfucker, time to get up off the toilet This is it, motherfucker, thirty-six, motherfucker You a bitch, motherfucker All your bitches know it Hit a lick, motherfucker, took a brick motherfucker They talking bout me in the trap house They asking bout me in the trap house They talking bout me in the trap house They asking bout me in the trap house What the business is, stay up out of mine What the business is, stay up out of mine They talking bout me in the trap house (Rich Gang) They asking bout me in the trap house Hundred bricks, nigga, like a hundred chips Hundred whips, nigga, another hundred clips Overseas, nigga, on some hundred shit Flip a hundred things, moving on a hundred whips All the mils counted, big top fields Up top, nigga, doing big deals Big chips, nigga, knowing how to kill On the field, nigga, do this shit and do it real Another flip, nigga Stash the cash We do this, nothing but some money on me Another blast, nigga, pussy Curve, swerve, hit 'em with that chopper on me Eleven hundred, flipped eleven hundred Coke Boys in this bitch, move eleven hundred Got them whole things in the sand Uptown, filthy rich, rich gang They talking bout me in the trap house They asking bout me in the trap house They talking bout me in the trap house They asking bout me in the trap house What the business is, stay up out of mine What the business is, stay up out of mine They talking bout me in the trap house They asking bout me in the trap house Yeah, the hardest part of the business Is minding your own Walk in the room, all the whispering stops But you know, nosy people get in the face And real niggas get money You feel me? You ask about me in the trap house Every block Baby what up? Rozay They talkin' bout us in the trap house