Lyrical Breakdown of Want That Old Thing Back ft. Ja Rule - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• 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 "Want That Old Thing Back ft. Ja Rule" 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.
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Uh yeah, Bad Boy baby Ralph Tresvant Biggie Smalls Listen Uh yeah baby oooooooh, listen to me, oh yeaaaah When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila Honeys call me Bigger 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 epilogue 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'm in thirteens, know what I mean I fuck around and hit you with the Hennessy 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 screaming "Ay 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 take kwon do, I tote da fo'-fo' For niggas getting 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 Getting Physical like Olivia Newt Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia So gimme a ho, a bankroll and a bag of weed I'm guaranteed to fuck her till her nose bleed Even if your new man's a certified mark You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby, sing relax and feel What you be, where you are You wouldn't start Bitches screaming they want that old thing back Like B I Double G I E With some new R-U-L-E Notorious known for busting in ya E-Y-E, baby baby! Bitches know they love to hate me I come, you come, we come, with back some maybe How close we came to coming together is crazy How come you and your sis make similar faces When I come you be crying like I'm killing ya bitches Knows when picture in the camera rolling Cause I only be knowing how the shit's unfolded Back shots to the rear, got the mac unloaded Got a reload, like every so often You saying I got my swagger back I'm looking like bitch, my swagger never left It's so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new rappers They actors, and the fact is, you want that old thing back What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby, sing relax and feel What you be, where you are You wouldn't start Is my mind playing tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick Willie D, having nightmares of girls killing 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 500 SL, the E and J and ginger ale The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamins Another hon's in the crib, please send her in I fuck non-stop, lick my lips a lot, used to lick the clits a lot But licking 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 getting 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 caressing em, I'm undressing em Fuck whatcha heard who's the best in New York Fulfilling fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarke 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 wishing for an intermission Fuck the kissing, licking down to your belly button, I ain't fronting They don't call me B.I.G. for nutting, all of a sudden What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby, sing relax and feel What you be, where you are You wouldn't start Biggie Smalls P. Diddy y'all Bad Boy for life Once again going to the top baby