Lyrical Breakdown of Juice - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Juice" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Soulja Boy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "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 Soulja Boy 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 Soulja Boy's narrative.
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Yeah! Money Gang! SOD Souljer
You already know what time it is my nigga
Swag up, racks up, cash up, lets go
Soulja got the juice Throwin money out the roof
Soulja got the juice When you see me boy salute
Soulja got the juice Throwin money out the roof
Soulja got the juice Throwin money out the roof
SOD simpset bitch I know you've heard of me
I stay off in the hood, boy I post up 'bout 30 deep
The money out the roof, I'm drop top bentley coupe
Soulja gots the juice, bitch nigga I thought you knew
This a new year and I know that you see me
All this fuckin money, nigga I be so D'd
In the fuckin club I'm in VIP and yo bitch on me
She wanna suck the D, I see
Man I'm so hard, I flex so clean
Drop top chevy, that's some shit you've never seen
Flexin so hard like I'm on a magazine ('DRE)
Styrofoam cup filled up with fuckin lean
Boy I got the juice, birds in the coupe
Flexin in my hood, throwin money out the roof
50 goons deep and they all gone choose
Word around town mane Soulja got the motha fuckin JUICE
Soulja got the juice Throwin money out the roof
Soulja got the juice When you see me boy salute
Soulja got the juice Throwin money out the roof
Yo girl, I fucked that
The benz, I swerved that
The police wanna hire me, but they gettin on my nerves jack, I just hit a blunt
The boss got a hundred fade, Jimmy (?)
Now about a hundred stacks
Lil 'Dre you hear me, I'm word around town
The lean and the kush got my body slowing down
I stay off in the trap, with the automatic straps
If you niggas didn't know, the skinny niggaz run the map
Lil 'Dre, simpset
Young goon rich niggas
Keep a couple clips for a little ass bitch nigga
Lil 'Dre, west side deep off in yo fuckin streets
SOD money gang PTE we too deep
Call up my nigga and he bout to bring them bands
I stay with (?) so I'm leanin like kick stand
Got stacks on top stacks and got tax on top of tax
Lil 'Dre got the juice, bitch I run the fuckin map
Soulja got the juice Throwin money out the roof
Soulja got the juice Throwin money out the roof
Soulja got the juice When you see me boy salute
Soulja got the juice Throwin money out the roof
Soulja got the juice Throwin money out the roof