Lyrical Breakdown of Pour Up Remix - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pour Up Remix" 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 "Pour Up Remix" 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.
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Pour up, pour up, pour up
Pour up some drank with me (DJ. Ski', DJ. Ski')
Pour up, pour up now
It's the motherfucking world nigga
Avion everywhere, the greatest ever get
If you fuck niggas asking them questions I got answers
Big booty, red boner like I'm dancing
The way a nigga blowing that strong, might have cancer
Drop no top, baby kemo
Shit around my waist cost a kilo
Same coupe, different colour, call it c-lo
Mad Mexicana, out where she call me primo
She know I keep them shooters with me, never solo
Said she love the way I kick it like a cholo
Choppas layin' all around the mental like the navy
Y'all don't know about this rap shit, this motherfucking crazy
Pop 20 bottles of rose, we're by the pool nigga
Niggas at the gate where they alls make a fool nigga
Do this shit 'til the sunset nigga
South central to sunset nigga
Mission impossible, yeah Tom Cruise shit
100 Thousand metatron, nigga fill a coupe ship
Like fucking two glocks in a bucket
Got my little niggas out of that, ain't got nothing
Don't know what you niggas is claiming, just throw it up
And I don't what these bitches are drinking, just pour it up
Pour up, pour up, pour up
Pour up some drank with me
Pour up, pour up now
I said pour up some drank with me, yeah! (Pour up)
I got some broads in my living room
More up on the way, don't get offended boo
Ciroc in the cabana, if you hot then get up in the pool
Gotta kick it up for 20 suits
Young magnificent with three on deck
Acting innocent 'til she take that sip
Dom Perignon and some Pinot Gri'
Some P Ciroc and probably some pink rose
Won't get thrown on that heavy shit
Bucket and some ice, want some extra space
Gangsta remix, young keys and game
Young clock also, you don't know the name
We getting high on the west coast
West coast, west coast
Got the best smoke, dollas like rare flow
Got my chest pumped, Henny in my red cup
Just a pipe boy, bottles up, let's pour
Pour up, pour up, pour up
Pour up some drank with me
Pour up, pour up now
I said pour up some drank with me (yeah, pour up)
They call me disco chuck
If I pull a Lamborghini out a bitch gon' fuck
Gas speed up, gas speed up
Disrespect one of my niggas, get your ass beat up
Diamond like 10, great J's feet up
Nigga on that ace, tell that ass real?
We up with the clouds and a lesbi
G6s playing for the riris
I tell a bitch back it up, beep beep
She said, "Chuck, slow it down", skeet skeet
She want the D
So I politely just come and I weave
She got one to me, roll up the tree
She want a nigga to break off the leash
She want them keys
Now though baby
Remind me of E, rough rider baby
Pour up, pour up, pour up
Pour up some drank with me
Pour up, pour up now
I said pour up some drank with me (yeah, wassup?)
Pour up, pour up
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