Lyrical Breakdown of Ghetto Chick - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ghetto Chick" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Three 6 Mafia weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ghetto Chick" 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 Three 6 Mafia employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I love a ghetto ass chick, break down rings for me
If I would let her, she would count up this cheese for me
It's going down like I knew it would
We gon' keep on makin' money cause this honey is good
I love a ghetto ass chick, break down rings for me
If I would let her, she would count up this cheese for me
It's going down like I knew it would
We gon' keep on makin' money cause this honey is good
I need a down ass chick, that'll roll wit the clique
For the dope sale, bank robbin', cock it back and buck up on a bitch
Kidnap vamp, leave a busters body, in a ditch
Take the charge for you, always drinking liquor stayin' lit
When we in the bed, baby girl can ride like a champ
Give a playa head, lickin' on my thang like a stamp
If I had that, I wouldn't trade anything for her
She my main girl, main dog, thats my main whore
Now I can't say that I love her, but I got some love for her
She showed me, she was bout a haul before I really knowed her
I schooled her bout them glocks, I schooled her bout them rocks
I told her how to hold a spot when I was off the block
She kept it hot, as soon as I stepped in the house she had my money spot
Plus a dro blunt rolled up with a syrup lollipop
The hood tried to holler everyday but it ain't nothin
She down with the King but I still love a ghetto ass chick
I love a ghetto ass chick, break down rings for me
If I would let her, she would count up this cheese for me
It's going down like I knew it would
We gon' keep on makin' money cause this honey is good
I love a ghetto ass chick, break down rings for me
If I would let her, she would count up this cheese for me
It's going down like I knew it would
We gon' keep on makin' money cause this honey is good
This one here for the old lady but not dissin this time
This for when you took the charge when I commited the crime
I was out there super high playin mister crash dummy
You put up all my money, didn't take nothing from me
Always found your boy a lawyer when I caught me a case
Paid up all my fines and kept up with my court dates
And even though I gave you hell with these other lil broads
You always came and made my bail when I broke the law
The only one thats reliable the one thats dependable
Keep you by my side these other fools is expendable
I ain't forgot when I was out there hurtin' for some cash
You never mind takin your last, on out the stash
Always tried to give me the last up out your purse
Always tried to get my ass to go on and go to church
I couldnt pay you back even if I had to
Hard on these fools but I'll never be to hard on you
I love a ghetto ass chick, break down rings for me
If I would let her, she would count up this cheese for me
It's going down like I knew it would
We gon' keep on makin' money cause this honey is good
You hear me