Lyrical Breakdown of Numb Numb Juice - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how ScHoolboy Q weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Numb Numb Juice" 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 ScHoolboy Q employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Two-door coupe

Hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga

I'm gon' shoot

If this thirty's all that I got, nigga

Time's up

Got my coins up, my bars up, soon we find 'em

We gon' slide 'em, we lined 'em

Straight reclined 'em

Pistol grip, I got all kinds of

I'm not your driver

Shot gon' hit him, he won't answer

I'm blowing ganja

So much work, they call me old school

I remind you

That bitch you think you got is not you

Where you find her?

She a kickstand, a big fan, I get behind her

Then I slid it in, I win, I win, ayy

I mean that's bitch shit

Faking like you got it in your pockets

Yeah, that's bitch shit

Talking to them hoes, you steady gossip

Yeah, that's bitch shit

Telling on your mans so you can scram

Yeah, that's bitch shit

Pull it out and acting like it jam

Yeah, that's bitch shit

Hating on another nigga come-up

Yeah, that's bitch shit

Staying in because you know it's summer

Yeah that's bitch shit

You a bitch boy, on my mama, uh

Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it, woo

Got a plan, we gon' kill his man

The gun won't jam, it's on on sight

I might get life, that's on my life

The four-four-five, the go, green light

To build that price, it filled up nice

The god won't die

Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it, woo

See no flaws, in my purest form

Bitch, I'm greedy, uh

Goyard tags, filled with hella cash

This my gimme bag

Zeroes add, we don't do no class

Nigga, nine subtract, ayy

Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga

I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga

Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga

Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga

Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga

I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga

Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga

Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga

CrasH Talk, take two