Lyrical Breakdown of Ocean Gang - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ocean Gang" 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 "Ocean Gang" 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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Bitch ass niggers talking Soulja boy gonna go an kill them Real talk bitch show me the millions Money packing to the ceiling Throw that shit above the building Real talk I'm gonna get it Sod we smoke that ... You bitches rolling midgets Pussy boys don't want cause I own it Lamas want it, bitch I'm standing in the ... And you know they're not so brave Bitch I'm standing in the A, And I post upon the block, a hundred million like a copper ... down my nigger ... falling down my pocket It's the hundreds and the cash, I'm post upon the block 200 hundred cash in bags I put the stash I rash I go ham on cash you niggers know my name You bitches know it's not a game Real talk I fly them hoes, the same old Gucci purple yellow ... gold like ill ill We can't go swag out the ass I pass by the dash Say 200 and 40 look at the performance ... go ham, ...door slam No nigger know I'm pulling racks Got money later across the floor ... We count money ... you talk shit, you get ill With the whole club, it's on me, That's on him, the whole squad ... we do it big, ... Nigger ... shows all across the fucking world Fucking with that baby girl, ... Is bizy on top, everybody knows that Pop your bitch ass quick like a down Prozac Everybody know me, so ... od I'ma keep on going ham, All niggers gonna hate me Y'all niggers gonna face me, No one can replace me Soulja Boy I'm on top, I smoke purple and go crazy ... real talk I'm on 2, real talk I'm on 3 Aka a ... bag, I ... zone 3 And zone 1 zone 6 we talk bricks you toast this We talk loose hit a nigger with the whole thang I go bang, I will swang, out the front All bumping, out the frame Shouts out to Memphis, shouts out to zone 1 Shouts out to ... we own now Lil drey I'm so proud Rolling that down loud I blow the damn hoes, she take off her clothes I am the shit if you hate nigger face it Yellow diamond watch ear ring and the bracelet God damn I'm so own I feel like I'm so high Post up above the clouds like I am a satellite God damn we're on the night In the club, vip, so I see the ... like god damn Should have called a driver Supply the lane, supply the purp Supply the king, I'm a thing for Louie Vuitton God damn, I'm a ... rip hard from zone one ...stupid bitches no fun Real talk I'm a prophet, money falling down the pocket Louie Vuitton Wiley, god damn I'm high bitch God damn I'm in the cockpit, on a g5 and the damn clouds God damn I'm all loud, lil drey so proud ... god damn we her bro, real talk we're on us We're everywhere you wanna be but you can't have that Get back you ... bitch, sod be savage Hit your ass with the whole club, pull up on the whole ... All you see is ... inside of cars... All you see is cash, all you see is swag All you see is Louis Vuitton and limited bags All you see is real ass niggers that's talking cash All you see is motherfucking 4 tanks of gas Lambos, audisens, all of that shit Pull up to the strip with them hoes on the dick They saying damn drey, you didn't blew up like a hoe I feel like a real pimp when I'm talking to a hoe I feel like hundred bricks, I feel like a hundred lips I feel like a player and a mayor took a hundred... I feel like a prophet bitch with money in pocket bitch I feel like . yeah I rock it bitch ...self made, self paid, ... bitch we player, sod so greater, Out living all the haters Nigger my bag against the wall with the pistol And I'ma pop till they get the fuck out my way And I pop, I got this red game love And the combination swag Type it in, d9, exes on the pad, ah You though it was over I'm high and that's over I swag from January to October to December Can you remember when I was ice style with the ... So you could ... on me, bitch.