Lyrical Breakdown of Hold Cutz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Timbaland weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hold Cutz" 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 Timbaland 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 Timbaland's narrative.

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(Timbaland - talking) Uh, what's up girl Why you trippin on me? I thought we was past that Feel me? Alright let me talk to ya, uh (Chorus - Timbaland - w/ ad libs) C'mon baby what's the hold up You carryin me like your school folder I want your dinner, not your cold cuts Why you keep givin me the cold shoulder? (Shorty) C'mon baby what's the hold up You carryin me like your school folder I want your dinner, not your cold cuts Why you keep givin me the cold shoulder? (Cause I'm that fly) (Verse 1 - Magoo) When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall And I think of them times when you was lickin my balls I never came in your face, you said you hated the taste That's a disgrace, I'd rather put my cum inside your weight plate You comfortable now? You need your toes massaged I'm oblaged to rub 'em down, first I put on da barges With your favorite song, you need to take off the thong Go head, nibble on my neck, your doin it wrong We could be doin it, and doin it, and doin it wild I wanna lick on you and lick on you, I like when you smile I'll be in town next week, can I keep an erection? Twelve pack of Lifestyles is my choice of protection See I'm more than pimperific, let me be more specific On a scale of one to ten, my sex is so terrific It's like I'm Rick James "Superfreaky" things I put a hot dog in your bum that sure to make you cum (Chorus) (Verse 2 - Timbaland) Uh, it was a teenage love, a, a, a teenage love And I told her, don't hurt me again Actin like the vaughn a vo in my living room den Like it never took much to really get you back then Just some college ruled paper and my ball point pen Crackers, pimp juice, and my cranberry Benz We circle my block and we do it again Now let's fast forward to my living room flo' Where we was freakin and she speakin gettin about to go I slap broke my watch cause this raggedy ho She like the time wasn't right, then she hugged me slow Uh, it was a teenage love, a, a, a teenage love And I told her, don't hurt me again Can't we live like The Ropers, "Three's Company" man, huh? (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Magoo) Tell me if she like it and if not Girl is this your spot? I never cum in second, some reppin for camel lot And when I was a kid, I used to fuck in the bushes Only time I turn it down is when you don't use dush You got the "Eye of a Tiger" and your pussy is fly It's a Hall of Fame booty baby, gonna retire And I aspire to be penis of convenience for you But we fuckin in the bed, let's cut in the living room You likin my pimperation, do I calm your frustration? Never bein pleased, so you settle with masturbation I got a 'C' on my chest cause I'm super when cuttin Give me fifteen minutes, guarantee you'll be comin and cummin (Chorus)