Lyrical Breakdown of Peanut Butter Jelly - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Peanut Butter Jelly" 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 "Peanut Butter Jelly" 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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(We got Londonondatrack) Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly Peanut butter jelly, no deli I got money, check the store credit No new names unless you know they did it Sleep in Paris, watch it happen I don't have a break, I'm keepin' bread I'm gettin' fast like a track, mil' I want that Baby that cap's for the feds That ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets I don't give no damn 'bout no nigga I don't give no fuck 'bout no nigga, I promise, I promise I throw me some ones on these bitches I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin' I look like I came from nothin' And I look like I came for somethin' and I'm comin', I want it Yeah, I drink on that lean And I smoke on that dope 'til I motherfuckin' vomit Run up that check, give a fuck 'bout that shit I guess I go to jail if I want that li'l bitch They kept me with my strap on my own, that li'l bitch I don't answer no questions, want speak with my lawyer Tell your boss I said where my phone call, that's it A lot of nigga shit, talkin' you don't ever get paid Remember me, I've been 'bout it, dealin' out the 10th grade Ridin' round in my homeboy Buick With a tool in the unit We'd go to school, eat lunch Cut school, get back to it, nigga Listen nigga, this the Bankroll Mob If you can't go hard then you can't come here Let me make somethin' clear If you lookin' for a sucker well it ain't none here Look we got artillery for days, we can spray from here Hit your ass on the side of the face somewhere On the side of the road, let you lay somewhere I don't have a break, I'm keepin' bread I'm gettin' fast like a track, mil' I want that Baby that cap's for the feds That ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets I don't give no damn 'bout no nigga I don't give no fuck 'bout no nigga, I promise, I promise I throw me some ones on these bitches I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin' I look like I came from nothin' And I look like I came for somethin' and I'm comin', I want it Yeah, I drink on that lean And I smoke on that dope 'til I motherfuckin' vomit Okay, big paper If I'm hungry, I eat 100 dollars then shit paper Sick flavor Got the white double mint twin with me on Simpson, mint wafer Swag impeccable, peckin' a heck of them, cases federal I'm a felon, don't throw it off, I need medical Oh you regular, terrible, soft, and lame, etcetera And I don't want one ho nigga, I wanna a plethora Twenty bricks in the regal Pullin' up at the ridge, extended heater Death threat, I got this shit on I'm untouchable man I got this shit on Nigga you'll die soon as I say okay My whip? That's strawberry Yoplait I got a chopper on the charger You put a little gas in it, that motherfucker blow about 4 days Niggas broke And I've been leanin' on Ac' all in this bitch And I've been smokin' on gas all in this bitch Pullin' up at the light no tag on my shit AK hit everybody in the stomach, pussy nigga shit Bag all day I don't have a break, I'm keepin' bread I'm gettin' fast like a track, mil' I want that Baby that cap's for the feds That ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets I don't give no damn 'bout no nigga I don't give no fuck 'bout no nigga, I promise, I promise I throw me some ones on these bitches I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin' I look like I came from nothin' And I look like I came for somethin' and I'm comin', I want it Yeah, I drink on that lean And I smoke on that dope 'til I motherfuckin' vomit I got the bread Ya'll bitch'll give me the head Fuck her on the sofa, not the bed Hit that lil bitch from the back And I take out with your pack And I'm not givin' it back I done lost all my respect Don't drink no red, we pour Ac' Sippin' on lean, it's so crazy I ride out that second, I swear I don't know how to act Keep it goin' Energizer bunny, I'm so-so with these carrots My bitch the baddest, but she not your average She so, so arrogant, woah Her titties calcium, my booty calories And both of 'em squish me, God damn we savages I do this shit for my momma Take off with your pack and keep runnin' I'm not the Birdman but I'm stunnin' I flip that bitch like a omelet I've been with ya from the start I did that shit from my heart I'm so so so sorry I hurt you And I see the scar but you know I'm worked hard Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly Peanut butter jelly, no deli I got money, check the store credit No new names unless you know they did it Sleep in Paris, watch it happen I don't have a break, I'm keepin' bread I'm gettin' fast like a track, mil' I want that Baby that cap's for the feds That ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets I don't give no damn 'bout no nigga I don't give no fuck 'bout no nigga, I promise, I promise I throw me some ones on these bitches I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin' I look like I came from nothin' And I look like I came for somethin' and I'm comin', I want it Yeah, I drink on that lean And I smoke on that dope 'til I motherfuckin' vomit (We got Londonondatrack)