Lyrical Breakdown of Swing Ya Rag - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Swing Ya Rag" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how T.I. feat. Swizz Beatz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Swing Ya Rag" 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 T.I. feat. Swizz Beatz 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 T.I. feat. Swizz Beatz's narrative.

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Swizzy, need y'all to take y'all rags out, man, T.I

And let it swang, swang, swang, swang

Let it swang, swang, swang, swang

Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Swang

New Akoo outfit with a Gucci rag

Tied to my belt loop and my Louis bag

Full of stacks rubber bands round big cash

Got a sick swag tell the haters get mad, come on

We in the club homes getting' our thug on

Bottles of Patron if you grown get your buzz on

We brought the broads out and brought the cars out

I'm like the moon I shine and bring the stars out

When it dark out, get the squad out

We ball hard sucka nigga eat your heart out

I'm too advanced super swag in my Louis pants

Ballin' on my Louis silk shirt match my Louis rag

Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Swang

I say, whoa kimosabe, big ballin' is my hobby

I'm boppin' while I'm walkin, rag fallin' out my pocket

If big money ain't the topic, homie, I ain't even talkin'

Hated on by the workers but I'm cool with all the bosses

Catch me flossin' at the mall, talkin to a broad

She follow me in Gucci and I taught her how to ball

Three pair of shoes, four shirts, six rags

The chick said, dag, that's more than my bag

Shawty, I can show you how to spend this bread real fast

Then get a group of chicks to give you head real fast

Silk scarf hangin' out of my jeans

Naw homie, I ain't thinking, I'm just doin, my thing

Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Swang

I took some time off, and now I'm back y'all

You in the line at the club, I'm in the back, dawg

And when this song on, ballers peel stacks off

And make it rain on them broads, watch them stacks fall

And pull your rag out and wave it left, right

Let it sag with ya pants, get ya swag just right

Ride Bankhead flare flyin' out the Benz

Once a fool with it we 'gon bring 'em out again

Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Swang