Lyrical Breakdown of Only One - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Only One" 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 "Only One" 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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All these girls around the world, they love me
I'm supposed to be the only one
It ain't my fault if all these ladies love me
I thought I was supposed to the only one
Believe that I'm a gangsta, girl
All I ever wanted was a real thug
You know that I'm a gangsta, girl
Hey
I'm supposed to be your number one
Thought we was gettin' married when the summer come
Two-piece Armani with the cummerbund
And when she look in my eyes, she see a money sign
She see Louis Vuitton, she see them Prada heels
I took her outta that coach, how that Escada feel?
I mean it's gotta feel good to be a bitch about the hood
Drivin' a Rose Phantom with an angel on the hood
I mean we livin' that good
Chowin' on Mr. Chow's, after this it's Pillippe's
Nigga, you know my style
Little Cristal, Little Rosé
A whole bunch of Al's bad bitches in the place
Nigga feelin' like an owl, nigga, I'm so fly
I pull that Bugatti out, them haters gon' die, die
Baby, you know them doors are suicide
And it ain't about nothin' but you and I
All these girls around the world, they love me
I'm supposed to be the only one
It ain't my fault if all these ladies love me
I thought I was supposed to the only one
Believe that I'm a gangsta, girl
All I ever wanted was a real thug
You know that I'm a gangsta, girl
Hey
She used to stash my loot all in the sofa
Then I used to knock her boots all in the sofa
She had three stocks, one chrome on that Toyota
Then she flipped channels on a nigga
Oprah, all up in the club, gettin' hawked by the vultures
The female Spreewell, it was too hard to coach her
So I had to do the best thing for both us
Take myself shoppin', get my Ralph Lauren coats up
It ain't trickin' if you got it right, no sir
Can't get a shot of Patrón unless she gon' fuck
Can't leave these hoes alone, nigga, it's so tough
Especially if they finance the nose, I pick 'em both up
Then we hit South Beach, pull my Gucci locs up
Hit my nigga Wayne like, "Let me borrow some boats there"
Lookin' like a castin' call and we show up
We gettin' Young Money but we grown up
So what?
All these girls around the world, they love me
I'm supposed to be the only one
It ain't my fault if all these ladies love me
I thought I was supposed to the only one
Believe that I'm a gangsta, girl
All I ever wanted was a real thug
You know that I'm a gangsta, girl
Hey
Baby girl always runnin' her mouth
So I told her, "You know I run this town"
It's like she live in Australia
Her world's upside down
But it's a upside to that
'Cause I love when she face down
She my sex slave, I'm the king
I wear the crown, now how that sound?
To the lames that run around with dames
I gunned down, cum stains on nightgowns
All Chapstick on champagne glasses
Louis Vuitton, Gucci belt, ain't a damn thing clashin'
But me in L.V
Now niggas see I don't do ménages no more
I'm on my fourth LP
Now it's three bitches, we in the 64 deep
Automatics, start key in my pocket, that's low-key
And in the spur of the moment I'm Ginóbili
Meanin' I ball with Kobe while you sit in nosebleeds
And I know exactly what these hoes need
But I'm so dope, they OD
Baby, it's a wrap