Lyrical Breakdown of We Shinin' - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "We Shinin'" 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 "We Shinin'" 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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[Verse 1: Rick Ro$$] I keep pimpin' to get in a bitch panties I keeps spittin' the critics can not compare me They put it simple I am Mr. Miami. & my lil' pistol will flip over ya over [Incomprehensible] We the best at best you doin' failin' Straight finesse, that this way ballet That's from sunset we rippin' up Cali. Fuck the chips I dip nigga gamin' Now I'm runnin' from the Ghetto Bird I got food on my stomach from the ghetto birds All I use are my ghetto words I'm the mayor in the hood on the ghetto terms I'm a get money (money) I'm a flash dough (dough) Unique whips (whips) will cash grow I'm a keep pimpin' to get in a bitch panties Dead presidents are runnin' my family. [Hook: Rick Ro$$:] Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin' Kanye & these hoes tellin' me nothin' I'm a keep pimpin' to get in a bitch panties I put a hit on a nigga head you say me Every dollar I get keeps me Shinin' I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds I done fucked every dime up in diamonds This for them D-Boys gettin' money Shinin'. [Verse 2: Rick Ro$$] Am I talkin' for police because I puff weed? 'Alot of artists some recorded as a puffy Like a pimp I'm a skip, past the pimp quarter Like a pimp order, pimp I import her Every dime you give a note that's a pimp quarter 'Cause every time she deliver like a pimp taught her She ain't married to the game just a pimp daughter Every Benz that I gain I get the limp harder. What the fuck you niggas know about loyalty? Huh 'Cause nigga you the fuss Tell 'em what I said like I really give a fuck & that big foot hoe needed the hood Derrick Henderson still sellin' his car Smelled his ass no Ro$$ just bought another garage Yeah, yeah they wanna be the boss But bitch niggas get twist in the cross I'm the best. [Hook: Rick Ro$$] Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin' Kanye & these hoes tellin' me nothin' I'm a keep pimpin' to get in a bitch panties I put a hit on a nigga head you say me Every dollar I get keeps me Shinin' I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds I done fucked every dime up in diamonds This for them D-boys gettin' money Shinin'. [Verse 3: Rick Ro$$] Thinkin' 'about my bitch Kandice Kandice was also romantic Club grave, yeah I had ya'll both While I made lil' Crissy roll up my smoke Boss I need more champagne Limme near piece niggas know my chain Yeah I'm a millionaire. You wanna hold my chain? You could get a lil' pussy nigga hold my name Ro$$ yeah I go a long way Well paid, babygirl let the song play I'm lookin' for the next topmodel Give me head on YouTube & then pop bottles. [Hook: Rick Ro$$] Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin' Kanye & these hoes tellin me nothin' I'm a keep pimpin' to get in a bitch panties I put a hit on a nigga head you say me Every dollar I get keeps me Shinin' I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds I done fucked every dime up in diamonds This for them D-Boys gettin' money Shinin'. [Outro: Rick Ro$$] Shinin'. You feel me? Shout out to that whole muthafuckin' 3 0 5 M.I.Yayo Maybach Music, nigga I am the C E O & we are sucker free, nigga Yeah niggas, yeah we used to pay your charge & car notes, nigga We showed ya'll niggas love. You feel me? But know it's time to stand on your own 2 feet, nigga It's like I fronted you a bird & you came back with 2 ounces, nigga 'The fuck you think this is? This Triple C, nigga Yeah like I said, baby I got 10 keys on my wrist So have you the D.E.A. tell 'em that, Boss.