Lyrical Breakdown of Pushin It feat. T.I. - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pushin It feat. T.I." 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 "Pushin It feat. T.I." 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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Do it by the touch Remember Cam' ron' first year? Think it was horse and carriage But I ain't talkin' marriage, I'm talking 14 karats I ain't talkin' Tiffany, 'cause I ain't talking industry I'm talking in the streets, twin Bentleys I'm tryin' to be with you mentally before physically I'm physically before mentally, just remember me For you I let that thing sing like a symphony Sid and Nancy or Micky and Malery, we meant to be Never been a trick, I do the shopping for the both us Send shots at the vultures in these Marc Jacob loafers And I'm saying, you gon' let me see something, stop playin' I ain't know it was like that, goddamn You bring the LL out a nigga The Louis V, the Birken, the Chanel out a nigga J12 out a nigga, so you know what time it is I'm 'bout to call the realtor, yo ma, where you tryna live Pushin' it, your lips 'Cause my drug is your kiss I'm pushin' it, your body You're beautiful, vaginal I'm pushin' it, back door Gonna elevate ya to the top floor I'm pushin' it, need a rush The way that I'm in your body, the way your body touch What's happenin' mami, what you doin', you supposed to be Livin' in the lap of luxury so you should go with me I'm openly excited, spend the night, I bet you like it Do with it whatever you like, it don't matter, just don't bite it You see that feeling when you met me, well you shouldn't fight it It said you and I are more than worth a try, so don't deny it See I'm king like Leonidas, dress your hands with the brightest stones Known to man when your man's pockets on a diet Walk you in this presidential outfit, doublin' the Hyatt Big money talkin', all broke niggas be quiet It don't matter how he feels, all that matters how he live Don't listen to his opinion until he stack a couple mill' But until then feel free to come chill In my crib in the hills, sit back and kick off your heels Said you never seen a pad with a view so ill Or received so much pleasure that you couldn't hold still Well until Pushin' it, your lips 'Cause my drug is your kiss I'm pushin' it, your body You're beautiful, vaginal I'm pushin' it, back door Gonna elevate ya to the top floor I'm pushin' it, need a rush The way that I'm in your body, the way your body touch Straight to the Penthouse, elevate Let me put my hands on your w-w-waist Let me take a second, let me take it in You can run that game all night But you know I w-w-win I'm A Superman, I'm supercool I'm in the air, all over you I'm a Superman, I'm supercool I'm in the air, all over you I let your friends talk bad about you, I didn't lisso Behind your back, calling you a H to the Izzo I apologise, lay your head on the pillow Mr and Mrs Smith and we can have a little Willow She can shave the sides, put a couple lines in it And we can have Spritzers, put a couple limes in it Throw a Bar Mitzvah, put a couple dimes in it She go see a Drake show but never out of line with it So every chance I get, nigga I'm in it Deep sea diving, trying to see what I can find in it So it's mine in'it, and that's a Porsche ain't it So picture that and have Andy Warhol paint it I'm a rude boy so I'ma gon' get it up Rihanna post Chris, Matt, Kim, baby this is us So talk to me, have you ever been to Cannes? Yeah, South of France, next stop Japan Let's go Pushin' it, your lips 'Cause my drug is your kiss I'm pushin' it, your body You're beautiful, vaginal I'm pushin' it, back door Gonna elevate ya to the top floor I'm pushin' it, need a rush The way that I'm in your body, the way your body touch