Lyrical Breakdown of OG Bobby Johnson 2014 (feat. Young Jeezy & Que) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "OG Bobby Johnson 2014 (feat. Young Jeezy & Que)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how T.I. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "OG Bobby Johnson 2014 (feat. Young Jeezy & Que)" 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. employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Word on the street I'm a suspect Hangin' with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh) Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (boom) O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! Wipe a nigga out like an outbreak Choppa start bustin' make the house shake Fuck niggas sweeter than a pound cake Get your eyes on your chin better watch what your mouth say Lean with the footballs got a nigga trippin' (Xans) Fuck it, fuck it, nigga keep sippin' Dirty AK with the beam on it Clip so long I could lean on it Free my niggas locked behind bars Moved a hundred pounds before a lawyer beat the charge (beat it) Pack touchdown run it back like Marshall Faulk If a nigga try to rob, fuck it, hit em wit the hawk (boom) Hundred bands on your head get the job done Throw it up, throw it up, nigga where ya from? Whole hood hot cause ya nigga hittin' licks Ain't made a mil yet but it's still nigga rich Stick em up, stick em up, stick em (stick em up) How ya want it nigga? Full or the semi Lurkin' for the cash, searchin' for the bag Young nigga wildin', throwin' up flags Shooters on the roof with a scope (boom boom) Money make em treat ya like the pope (like a king!) Work the block like Dikembe in the post (cook 'em up) Nigga hit it with the fork (hit it) It's the niggas that you trust that'll prolly turn feds Hatin' on ya heart cuz you rockin' Hermes Especially if ya money long, guarantee you turn heads Ray Ray'll sell it all, gotta watch the shermheads Hate, hate, hate (hate), jealousy is a bitch nigga trait These niggas snakes wanna know what ya make Grimy ass ho, do ya like Larenz Tate (Caine) Young nigga runnin' with the cannon Never let a nigga see ya panic Dope boys in the hood workin' with the Hispanics On the phone with the plug, nigga speakin' Spanish