Lyrical Breakdown of Wouldn't Get Far - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wouldn't Get Far" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Wouldn't Get Far" 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 The Game 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 The Game's narrative.

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For you baby, I'll find you

I done been around the world, been around the block

Been around hoes that fucked Biggie and 'Pac

Like Vida Guerra, ass took her to the top

She'll give you some brain, you let her throw up the Roc

Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cot

Picture that, like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx

Hype said it's a wrap, she still on the set

Puttin' oil on her legs like she Gloria Velez

She was Eye Candy in the XXL

Hopped off the page and on a skateboard with Pharrell

I knew she (wouldn't get far) 'cause five hundred dollars

Can't get you that (far), how you get that (far)

And all these new video bitches tryin' to be Melyssa Ford

But they don't know Melyssa Ford drive a Honda Accord

She a video vixen, but behind closed doors

She do whatever it take to get to the Grammy Awards, ha-ha

(You wouldn't get far) fuckin' them rap stars

You know who you are, put your hands up ladies

(You wouldn't get far) if you kept your legs closed

(It would be just a waste of time) but you know

(You wouldn't get far) fuckin' them rap stars

You know who you are, I wrote this song for you

For you (for you) and you, for all y'all

Pop quiz, how many topless, black foxes

Did I have under my belt, like boxers?

Not to brag but, if it add up

One, two, nigga that's mad nuts

Game you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these

Bitches knowin' damn well they gon' call me

The only dream, of that ghetto prom queen

Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen

Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team

Head so good he don't ask for a pre-nup

Now ask yourself this question, uhm

Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O?

Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo?

Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo?

Well, why the hell you think these bitches comin' at me for?

But since they all fall in my Palm, I take a trio, yo

(You wouldn't get far) fuckin' them rap stars

You know who you are, put your hands up ladies

(You wouldn't get far) if you kept your legs closed

(It would be just a waste of time) but you know

(You wouldn't get far) fuckin' them rap stars

You know who you are, I wrote this song for you

For you and you, for all y'all

I done had my share of bitches with long hair

Short do like Kelis or Halle in Boomerang, yeah

I been around the block in the Bentley drop top

In Miami Beach when Lil' Kim was fuckin' with Scott

I got the scoop on Hoops, whatever the case

She'll let you spray in her face long as she Bathing Apes

And ain't nobody tryin' to take Beyonce from Jay

But I know a bitch named Superhead he fucked back in the day

The things niggas do when pussy sittin' on they face

Stabbed Un in the stomach

She must have had a pussy like Wonder Woman

On that superhero shit

Fly as Gabrielle Union in the back of my six, fo'

Impala, forget the double D's

I put 'em right in your face like that model bitch Toccara

And she ain't win the show but she ridin' in that Gallardo

That's why I fuck 'em today and forget 'em tomorrow

(You wouldn't get far) fuckin' them rap stars

You know who you are, put your hands up ladies

(You wouldn't get far) if you kept your legs closed

(It would be just a waste of time) but you know

(You wouldn't get far) fuckin' them rap stars

You know who you are, I wrote this song for you

For you and you, for all y'all

Goddamn, you know what I'm sayin'?

I'm sittin' back watchin' Kanye video

And I see the same bitch that was in the homeboy Busta Rhymes video

Then I flip the mo'fuckin' channel

Checkin' out my uncle Snoop Dogg video

And I see the same bitch, that was in my video

You know what I'm sayin'?

And then you know what I'm sayin'? To make that even more fucked up

I'm watchin' Oprah cover Hurricane Katrina

I see the same bitch on Oprah, floatin' away on the hood of a Camry

That was in the nigga Lil Weezy video

I mean damn, everywhere I look

Everywhere I go, I see the same hoes

Don't get mad, I'm only bein' real, yeah