Lyrical Breakdown of That's Right - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "That's Right" 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 "That's Right" 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.
- 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 Three 6 Mafia's narrative.
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Street anthem (yes sir)
Three 6 Mafia
New Three 6 Mafia, Akon
Goin down, yessir (Konvict)
Hypnotize minds (yes sir)
This what thugs are made of man! (Yessir)
This where we come from
This the artery of the streets man
The heart of it
Despite what you heard, or what you saw
When you look at me man you see hardcore
A real street hood nigga, wish a nigga would nigga
I can give a damn what you think about it all
If you think I'm crazy (that's right)
If you think I'm lazy (you're damn right)
'Cause it don't really matter what you think about me
Nigga, fuck you pay me (that's right)
1996, got my hands on my first mill'
Now it's oh-seven, damn near at a quarter bill'
Enemies close, but my 45's closer
You can be the starter, but I'ma be the closer
Damnin' what these haters sayin'
Damnin' what these haters thoughts
I reside in mansions, they don't, it ain't my fault
Half of the shit I do I do it just to make these
Suckers mad
And the rides they claimin to get, I already had
Ten dollar tees, but the jeans 1500
Your lifetime dreams I done already done it
Plus I done it wit'cha wife, she said I made her night
But I didn't hit her back
Cause her mouth wasn't right
Despite what you heard, or what you saw
When you look at me man you see hardcore
A real street hood nigga, wish a nigga would nigga
I can give a damn what you think about it all
If you think I'm crazy (that's right)
If you think I'm lazy (you're damn right)
Cause it don't really matter what you think about me
Nigga, fuck you pay me (that's right)
Yessir e'rybody in my clique we drank
E'rybody in my clique got bank
E'rybody in my clique we ball
Gold teeth nigga coming straight from north
E'ryday we hustling just like Rick Ross
E'ryday we struggling and e'ryday we stomp
These niggas can't fuck with my hood, we deep
The last thing you see is the bottom of my feet
And I don't give a damn my nig' (I'm a fool, I'm a fool)
Get the fuck from 'round here (should've knew, should've knew)
Head crackin' ya dig (what it do, what it do)
And underneath the seat is the heat (I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot)
Despite what you heard, or what you saw
When you look at me man you see hardcore
A real street hood nigga, wish a nigga would nigga
I can give a damn what you think about it all
If you think I'm crazy (that's right)
If you think I'm lazy (you're damn right)
Cause it don't really matter what you think about me
Nigga, fuck you pay me (that's right)
Fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me (that's right)
Fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me (that's right)
Fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me (that's right)
Fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me (that's right)