Lyrical Breakdown of Rubi's Rose (feat. Twista, Jeremih & Candice Pillay) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rubi's Rose (feat. Twista, Jeremih & Candice Pillay)" 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 "Rubi's Rose (feat. Twista, Jeremih & Candice Pillay)" 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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Ayy, oh-oh (oh-oh) Ever since I was a Knickerbocker lookin' at bitches' bottoms I was knowin' that I would just get to rock 'em and stick 'em proper When my pockets and styles got fat as a hippopotamus I got with her, then I'ma get on top of her (ooh) Peepin' her through my oculus, I could just put a cock in her Strokin' her like my nina when I be cockin' her, lock and the load Lay her on the ottoman until I could just have her legs grabbin' my body like she an octopus Then I'ma put 'em in the back of my hand and get to humpin' and pumpin' Hit the button 'cause shorty think it's a pumpkin Don't get to frontin', I love it when she suckin' Even better when I be toppin' that apple and when I go hit the onion I cuff her, then I fuck her on the couch Stand up, then I put it in her mouth While she suckin', I be makin' sounds Lay her down, then I eat her out, lah Face all up in the pussy, I made it mushy I'm workin' my tongue until it was gushy Like singin' a lullaby, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la When I'm makin' her feel so much pleasure, she gotta push me away from her When I lay with her 'cause I don't play with her I could teach you how to shoot, and my homie, he got flame Give her one of us, it ain't never gon' be the same Don't get it twisted with Twista or play no games with Game We can Won't stop, I'm right outside of you I would die for you This love is bulletproof Don't stop, I'm waiting They don't know about this love Yo, that song he did over top of that old-school Missy record Yo, that record is crazy Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh (oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) From 3:00 a.m. foreplay We tend to send, okay Tempted to shave Text your man, you gon' be late 'Cause when Kool-Aid Turned back both ways If I saw you out, I'm abandoned I won't tie a knot against you This is for me Sleeping, at all, we sleep (yeah) I don't know what you came for, you can't come in for me Stroke to you, won't see you Girl, you know it's so special, it's a movie scene When we leave Can't lie, girl, you top five And you not four, three or two, you the one You the moon, you the sun I'm the star, you the gun I'm the air, you the lung And you can't breathe without me, huh? Your neck on freeze, you diamond'ed up Shinin' on me for reminders, you one of one Locked up, Cartier She got surprised, and we hopped in the car with Ye We in Paris on the runway You gon' be walkin' down the aisle one day Now we here, what a view 20 karats, what a few Said yes, I'll be at the altar, standing where? Standing right next to you She don't be trippin' on bitches I don't be trippin' on niggas, we won My ex called my phone, we on FaceTime I looked right her in the face, said, "We done" She told me, "You ain't never had a love like this before You ain't never had a iced out wrist before" She told me that she used to fuck with Chris before I said, "I bet he never fucked you like this before" (ah) With the candles burnin' and the fireplace lit If it ain't like this, it's a violation Hit her violins when I'm slidin' in When I'm slidin' out, she retirin' So it ain't no doubt, I was wearing that ass out Ass like Rubi Rose, I had to cash out She don't get it twice a week, she lash out Came back with a Birkin like, "Fuck is you mad 'bout?" Stink Ten deep, six feet, put yourself on Ring "Goodnight" texts from your boyfriend When it's shinin', fuck you 'til you sleep Late night, summer heat Kissin', tuggin', lockin' lips, can't see nothing (ooh) Focused on your girl issue Textin' on the shadow of you I feel fitness, strokin' through the best days Ain't what they expect me to do, yeah Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (ooh) Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh