Lyrical Breakdown of One Time - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "One Time" 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 "One Time" 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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The fentanyl free, but the addiction gon' cost you (One time, one time, nigga, one time) I lost you, FN-ed out your eyes when I crossed you Stretch Maybach instead of payin' my lawsuits Hit me in the Hellcat truck, duckin' the (one time) Let it off in the club, it was always more than one Shyne (Shyne) Pop the cork on the bottle of aged Opus Raw-doggin' hoes, nightmares of dyin' with AIDS, hopeless (One time) for my niggas in the graveyard Confused about religion 'cause God couldn't save y'all Prayed to Allah like I was suited with a bow tie Prayed to the Most High, then I went multi- Platinum with hits, still fuckin' low-level bitches that's ratchet as shit Betty Boop and Mickey Mouse tatted on asses and shit (asses and shit) Type of bitches that'll twerk on a casket and shit Maybach a hearse how we slidin' past (one time, one time, nigga, one time) I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin' King of my jungle, just a gangster stalkin' Livin' life like a firecracker, quick is my fuse Vendettas of death back the colors I choose Red or blue, cuz or Blood, it just don't matter Sucka dive for your life when my shotgun scatters The gangs of L.A. will never die Just multiply Nigga, there go the (one time, one time, nigga, one time) Gang Task Force pullin' doors off the traphouse Niggas don't know the difference between that and the crackhouse Intricate gang signs 'cause phones gettin' tapped out We them niggas that Franklin and Leon try to act out Livin' the lifestyle fake niggas wanna rap 'bout And scatter like roaches when a nigga pull the strap out Get shot and stay quiet unless you got more than one spawn How you say "snitch" in Japanese? Tekashi-ota (one time) Nigga, we don't talk to the cops All these drills and automatics, ain't no talkin' to opps My pops and my uncle told me that and let me hold the strap Cracked my homie Reggie, mama sold me that I was just a thug from around the way Bandana wrapped around my face, movin' a ounce a day I was nine years old on the drumline Smokin' with my older cousins, nigga, let me hit that shit (One time, one time, nigga, one time)