Lyrical Breakdown of One More Chance - 2005 Remaster - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "One More Chance - 2005 Remaster" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Notorious B.I.G. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "One More Chance - 2005 Remaster" 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 Notorious B.I.G. 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 Notorious B.I.G.'s narrative.

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All you hoes, calling here for my daddy, get off his dick Like that mommy? Hi Daddy, how you doin'? This is Tyiest I was thinking about you last night, mmm You acting like you can't call me no more 'cause you busy and all that What, you tryna tell me it wasn't good? That shit is real fucked up what you did I hooked you up wit my girl and shit you fucked her eight times You see her you don't say shit to her, ya know what I'm sayin'? And all that bitch do is call me all day talkin' 'bout you "Why the fuck Big don't want me?" Yo Big, this is Quita Kenya told me she saw you and Shana in the mall And I know you ain't fuckin' her You fucked with me last night That's my best friend and we don't get down like that Yeah muthafucka, this is Stephanie I was waiting outside for your ass For like a fuckin' hour, I don't know what's goin' on Muthafuckas tryna rob me, you be dissapearin' and shit I'm waitin' in the cold, what the fuck is going on? When you get in give me a fuckin' call, alright? When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila Honeys call me Bigga, the condom filler Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder You know the EP along by James Todd Smith, I get swift with the lyrical gift Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow So, recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans I wear thirteens, know what I mean? I fuck around and hit you with the Hennessey dick Mess around and go blind, don't get to see shit The next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesn't matter Skinny or fat or light-skinned or black, baby I drop these Boricua mommies screamin' "Aai Papi!" I love it when they call me Big poppa I only smoke blunts if they rolled proper Look, I gotcha Caught up with the drunk flow, fuck tae kwon do, I tote a fo'-fo' For niggaz gettin' mad 'cause they bitch chose me A big black motherfucker with G, ya see All I do is separate the game from the truth Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia Gettin' physical, like Olivia Newt Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia So gimme a hoe, a bankroll and a bag of weed I'm guaranteed to fuck her 'til her nose bleed Even if your new man's a certified mack You'll get that h-town in ya You'll want that old thing back Ohh, Biggie, gimme one more chance I got that good dick girl, ya didn't know? Ohh, Biggie, gimme one more chance I got that good dick girl, ya didn't know? Ohh, Biggie, gimme one more chance I got that good dick girl, ya didn't know? Ohh, Biggie, gimme one more chance Is my mind playin' tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick? Willie D, havin' nightmares of girls killin' me She mad because what we had didn't last I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass Fuck the past, let's dwell on the five hundred SL, the E and J and ginger ale The way my pockets swell to the rim, with Benjamins Another hun's in the crib, please, send her in I fuck nonstop, lick my lips a lot, used to lick the clits a lot But lickin' clits had to stop 'Cause y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below Peep the funk flow, really though I got the cleanest meanest penis Ya never seen this, stroke of genius So take off your Tim boots and your bodysuit I mean the spandex and hit my man next Sex get rougher when it come to the nut buster Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker I don't chase em, I replace em And if I'm caressin' em, I'm undressin' 'em Fuck whatcha heard, who's the best in New York For filling fantasies without that nigga Mr. Rourke? Or tattoo, I got you wrapped around my dick And when I'm done I got to split, shit Back shots is my position, I gotcha wishin' For an intermission, fuck the kissin' Llickin' down to your belly button I ain't frontin' They don't call me B.I.G. for nuttin', all of a sudden Ohh, Biggie, gimme one more chance Ohh, Biggie, gimme one more chance Ohh, Biggie, gimme one more chance Ohh, Biggie, gimme one more chance