Lyrical Breakdown of Ride Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how ScHoolboy Q feat. Vince Staples weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ride Out" 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 feat. Vince Staples employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Ride out, big smoke

Re-up, big dope

Gs up, hoes blow

Freeze up, eyes closed

Ride out, big smoke

Re-up, big dope

Gs up, hoes blow

Freeze up, eyes closed

Young nigga and I'm proper like

Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller like

Bitch I think I'm Dolamite, bitch I'm goin' poltergeist

You said this is overnight, album four is really like

Crippin' on my minibike

Either hoop or sellin' white

Brillo pad, the smoker's pipe

My pistol cocked, you tryna fight?

Say he wanna be a cuz, put his brains to the right

Bruh, this ain't the eighties, mane

Niggas shootin' everything, everything

You know the gang we represent

Specialize in pistol grips

Shootin' out my momma's whip

Always got an empty clip

Top Dawg in this bitch

Nigga's puttin' dicks inside your baby momma's momma's lips

Shootin' all the witnesses, it ain't no fuckin' murder scene

Crips don't fuck with Crips oh now it's jeans and black the rival team

Wrong hat and shoes, put your ass on the forever dream

Heatin' up the summer 'til the winter fall, spring clean

Ride out, big smoke

Re-up, big dope

Gs up, hoes blow

Freeze up, eyes closed

Ride out, big smoke

Re-up, big dope

Gs up, hoes blow

Freeze up, eyes closed

Young nigga and I'm proper like

Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller like

Bitch I think I'm Dolamite, bitch I'm goin' poltergeist

You said this was overnight, me and Vince, we crackin' like

Crippin' in our afterlife

Yeah, cause at Ramona Park we beef with everybody

Light or dark I'll spark, don't fuck with narcs

So don't be talkin' 'bout me

My big homie made me get 'em, kill 'em

Cause if I got 'em I'ma kill 'em, I ain't playin' with 'em

I'm from the bottom, that's the top of the town

We on the [?] so they clip us up for knockin' 'em down

My burner tucked, I learned from Chuck so I ain't turnin' it down

Get to bussin', know you bluffed it, nigga

If that bitch can't make me rich then ain't no need in fuckin' with her

Turn around and fuck her sister

Murked that bitch, got EBT

Long Beach, say some shit like me

Since Tracy D and DPG I went and got a burner

On the day they murdered Baby D

That ain't murder baby, heat

I'm in that Benz with Lil Boy

So lil boy don't play with me

I'm ridin' cycs through Hoover Street, my knuckles full of teeth

Try to creep on me, you're dyin' in your homie's seat

Keep to my gun and reach

Filet the beef, clip reach from Fig side to Norfolk Beach

In a stolen Expedition, in your hood cause you the mission

Been a mathematician, load nine, subtracted eight

I'm keepin' one for just in case, don't cover face but I ain't trippin'

Blunt was laced, niggas know I'm 'round the way

So ain't no liquor stores today

Ride out, big smoke

Re-up, big dope

Gs up, hoes blow

Freeze up, eyes closed

Ride out, big smoke

Re-up, big dope

Gs up, hoes blow

Freeze up, eyes closed

Young nigga and I'm proper like

Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller like

Bitch I think I'm Dolamite, bitch I'm goin' poltergeist

You said this was overnight, me and Vince, we crackin' like

Crippin' in our afterlife

Ride, ride, ride, ride

Ride, ride, ride, big dope

Gs, gs, gs, gs, gs

Eyes closed

Ride, ride, ride, ride