Lyrical Breakdown of I Got - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Got" 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 "I Got" 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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Three 6 Mafia!
Put your money where your mouth is boy
If you really wanna do somethin', Get the fuck up!
Bitch I got money (ha) I got clothes (uhh)
I got whips (hold up) I got hoes (bi-atch)
I got money (uhh) I got clothes (ha)
I got whips (hold up) I got hoes (hold up)
Bitch I got money (ha) I got clothes (uhh)
I got whips (hold up) I got hoes (bi-atch)
I got money (uhh) I got clothes (ha)
I got whips (hold up) I got hoes
I'm ridin tall on 24's, spittin game out to the hoes
With my windows tinted black, make you think you saw a ghost
My home painted white on white, inside leather white on white
Chiefin, drankin up all night, ballin out yeah that's the life
Ladies wanna ROLL with me, blow a bag of 'DRO with me
Party to the crack of dawn, when I'm down in YO' city
I'm all about this pimpin, when it comes to women
Get some head while drive mayne, oh what a feeling!
Here I am so fresh, so so clean
I've been in the club, aww shit I see I blew the hoe's brain
Befo' I came, I say I blew a whole thang
Clean as a dollar, off in my black on black Impala
The Don Dada, is what they call me overseas
But over here I should say I'm the king of Memphis, Tennessee
Rap, is a wrap, haters wrapped off in my duct tape
What it take I say I been hard since first mixtape
Face get your G's up, way way up to my level
Higher than the clouds where my daddy restes in heaven
But on another note I'm so stylish I changed the name
I surpassed clean, like a baby, I'm clean clean
Ay let me tell you niggaz somethin
Let me tell you somethin nigga
That paper is like trash nigga, throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
That paper is like trash nigga, throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
We got big rims, big cars, big guap, ghetto stars
In the hood, gettin rich, gettin it, livin large
Sellin' white, sellin' pills, sellin' crystal meth meth
Sellin' D's, sellin speed 'til there's nothin left left
Fresh clothes, pullin hoes, get my roll on (roll on)
Phone ringin' off the hook, bitch hold on (hold on)
I got a brand new woofer, put some more hoes on
So I can hit the club, strip, and get chose on