Lyrical Breakdown of OG Bobby Johnson (Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "OG Bobby Johnson (Remix)" 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 (Remix)" 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.
- 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.'s narrative.
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OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
Word on the street Im a suspect
Hanging with the killers in the projects
I dont wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a nigga slipping from behind
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
Ok, we started catching felonies and bank here
Riding through the hood in a hot box
In 96, in the hood, had a trap house
Every day cruise through the city, crack rock
I got pills in my pocket and a bank roll
Everybody try me, I dont let the thing go, bust it
I put a whole crew where you cant go, cousin
Homie dont like it but he cant do nothing
Came through busting, I respect that
You violate a mandatory nigga, break that
Walk up, pull out a Smith and Wesson, push it real bad
Now the undercover people left for dead
They came with the OGs hanging, OZs hanging
Styrofoam, double cup, codeine drinking
You run up 44 B banking, meet you at the crossroad where they dont be singing
Word on the street Im a suspect
Hanging with the killers in the projects
I dont wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a nigga slipping from behind
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson