Lyrical Breakdown of Stupid - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Stupid" 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 "Stupid" 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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Ayo, Hit, it's time
Yeah, woah, ayy, look
Fuck the bullshit, the mood is full clip (grrt)
Ten X to play, man, that's my new shit (woah)
Invest in a business and some new tits
Bang it out the window, man, this shit goin' stupid
All Fs, nigga hangin' out the window with the all black TEC
Nigga, this Maybach stupid
I took off the roof quick, Dior Jordans
Yeah, I'm steppin' in new kicks
We pull up to Ruth's Chris, it's Mazeltov
Put the beam on and take the nozzle off
Empty the clip and drop this model off
I'm in this Off-White Virgil
Angel wings on the hood, ain't no Rolls-Royce commercials
Richard Millies, wrist on silly
Million dollars worth of game like Wallo, Gillie
I know Meek, I know Beanz, I sold Peedi crack
I'm on the freeway, I know Philly, nigga
Fuck the bullsh-t, the mood is full clip (grrt)
Ten X to play, man, that's my new shit (woah)
Invest in a business and some new tits
Bang it out the window, man, this shit goin' stupid
My drive on a hundred, I just pray that I never crash (swerve)
Chuck lettin' choppers fly in here with no heli' pad
I throw my weight around, niggas wish I would scale it back (damn)
I'm either the best that she ever had or never had (for real)
I D-O, I-T, it's me, hoe (I do it)
Niggas on Rodeo, dumpin' like rodeos
Scratch that, I'm Premo, bullets go Dan Marino (beast)
Don Vido, call the shots, go Tarantino (boy)
High-key when I speak, this shit a key note
Covered in all red, I'm supreme, hoe
Whole team go stupid (boy)
She say I'm the most beautiful nigga she ever seen (damn)
Black don't crack, my Glock forever 17 (damn)
Okay, I might let my soul glow like the '70s
A real rolling stone on the cover of Ebony
I've been fucking with the game forever, I'm not a referee (no way)
R.I.P., some niggas still alive, they just dead to me (lil' bitch)
Fuck the bullshit, the mood is full clip (grrt)
Ten X to play, man, that's my new shit (woah)
Invest in a business and some new tits
Bang it out the window, man, this shit goin' stupid
She loved me when I was bald, the gangster Chico DeBarge
I told her, "Shoot for the stars," the shell cases on Mars
Pull up to my garage and now she want a ménage
I put a girl in the Uber, she here, I'm 'bout to fuck y'all stupid
But I make smart moves
Sharks in the water, guess who got a lil' harpoon
Quickdraw, no cartoons (cartoons), her head game insane
Put a ring on the pinky, 'cause that brain is stupid
Like the diamonds in my Cuban link
Flex on you niggas like Killa Cam do in pink
But my set never dippin', Shabba Ranks when I'm drippin'
Got them things in the kitchen, just remove the sink (sink)
Fuck the bullsh-t, the mood is full clip (grrt)
Ten X to play, man, that's my new shit (woah)
Invest in a business and some new tits
Bang it out the window, man, this shit goin' stupid