Lyrical Breakdown of Yeah I Rob - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Yeah I Rob" 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 "Yeah I Rob" 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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Yeah, I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah, I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit' me
(Fuck wit' me)
Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit' me
(Fuck wit' me)
Yeah, I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah, I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit' me
(Fuck wit' me)
Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit' me
(Fuck wit' me)
Now "Three 6", we representin' thugs we reppin' for the gangs
And the niggas using drugs
We reppin' for the gangsta ass girls in the club
We reppin' for the head bussaz keeping mean mugs
I'ma keep me a slug for one of you fakers
I got 100 rounds its 100 imitators
So many wanna be folks wit' beefs in the industry
Niggas claimin' killa but they're scared of these fuckin' streets believe
Walk up in the club like a thug get yo ass kicked
Step up off in the parkin' lot and leave in a casket
Actin' like a scary bitch you giggling and laughin'
Let me hit that fuckin' weed hurry up and pass it
Yeah, they call me Juicy J the Three 6 Mafia bandit
Gotta ride on 24 or somethin' wit' a candy
Pounds of that weed, yeah, a nigga keep it handy
A real bad bitch and a fifth of that brandy
Yeah, I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah, I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit' me
(Fuck wit' me)
Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit' me
(Fuck wit' me)
Yeah, I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah, I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit' me
(Fuck wit' me)
Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit' me
(Fuck wit' me)
Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin' so clean
77 cut dog painted lime green
The hoes got quiet when I pull up on the scene
For all you ugly ass hoes I gotta fake wedding ring
Today I'm married and my wife don't play
So if you want me to cheat ugly bitch you gotta pay
It's gon' cost 1000 dollars if you wanna see me play
I'll fuck you side ways bout' 30 minutes straight
Then clean off my dick 'cause a gotta kill the smell out
Holla at ya later, I got mo dick to sell, I got more pussies to swell
And more dreams to tell and tell ya old man I ain't goin' back to jail
I'm the last Mr. Bigg and I always keep it real
I'ma Alabama nigga representin' more beer
And I live in the mall I stay dressed to kill
And I got so many diamonds it don't even look real nigga
Yeah, I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah, I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit' me
(Fuck wit' me)
Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit' me
(Fuck wit' me)
Yeah, I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah, I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit' me
(Fuck wit' me)
Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit' me
(Fuck wit' me)
I got six different ways to kill ya shawty
Got six different spots to put ya body
Got six different ways to cut ya up
And I even got six niggas in it ya bro
Now how the fuck niggas gon' talk that stuff
When niggas like us come shoot the club up
And if you keep talkin' we gon' make you what
You bitch ass niggas gon' catch that cut
Back up in the club, dalla on swole
Sippin' on AOs residue in my nose
In that bitch 12 deep, freak bitches in my fleet
Hoe quit actin' like you neva seen a nigga on TV
Got my Uzi and my face in a bird like Fontana
I pray one of you bitches try step to me with Ana (blah)
I parent memphis shit, Lord the livin' legend
Still makin' niggas drop like three time felons
Yeah, I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah, I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit' me
(Fuck wit' me)
Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit' me
(Fuck wit' me)
Yeah, I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah, I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit' me
(Fuck wit' me)
Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit' me
(Fuck wit' me)