Lyrical Breakdown of Naughty Eye (feat. Sebastian & Rajé Shwari) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Naughty Eye (feat. Sebastian & Rajé Shwari)" 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 "Naughty Eye (feat. Sebastian & Rajé Shwari)" 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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Yo (oh) ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Yo yo (what what) yo yo yo yo (oh oh) Ha ha ha ha ha (come on) Gimme the eye (oh) gimme the eye (oh) Uh uh yo yo yo yo (come on) Gimme the eye (oh) gimme the eye (oh) Ha ha ha ha ha People know me, as the great Timbaland Been brought up, in the slums but I ran Been bonin girls in this Scooby-Doo van Some of 'em missin, since the Summer of Sam I get 'em all from your hood club Red Magic that's what be floatin in my black cup Mack mode was the game make 'em feel good Eyes closed, like they gone off that backwood Go on girl do your damn thang Booty poppin spell my name with your tongue ring Banana Dodge ain't a thang-tang Sittin in that bucket like the champagne This is for my ghetto people, another T and M collabo So girl why you actin funny for? I see your eyes talkin while you got your mouth closed Look at that look at that naughtier I see you give me that naughtier Suckin on your thumb like a pacifier That must mean you wanna get naughtier Look at that look at that naughtier I see you give me that naughtier Suckin on your thumb like a pacifier That must mean you wanna get naughtier I want you bitches to calm down I'm Yao Ming with mine, a player in each town I know you mad when I come around I Lex Coupe the women, tops they come down You wanna see what Magoo do I be in V.I.P. with my hands up your tutu Give you and Sue, Tisha and Lulu A twelve pack of pigs and I can run through your whole crew Look ma, I know I was the one that you wanted You gave me naughty eye, saw you in the club but you fronted You got mad blunted, then Mag became the hunted It was fourth down, woulda made a pass but I punted I got more women than ye, you'se just a flea I give 'em crackers and cheese, then give 'em some tea You want some honey ho go catch a bee Cause the coochie in your pants bitch smell like the sea Look at that look at that naughtier I see you give me that naughtier Suckin on your thumb like a pacifier That must mean you wanna get naughtier Look at that look at that naughtier I see you give me that naughtier Suckin on your thumb like a pacifier That must mean you wanna get naughtier Tu mere dil deewane Tu mere rooh mastane Ho mere dil deewane Aaja, jodi aaja Tu mere dil deewane Tu mere rooh mastane Ho mere dil deewane Aaja, jodi aaja Ha ha, ha ha Sebastian be quicker More proof than my daddy's OE liquor I like 'em Trina size but if they ever be bigger I put the seats to the ground and the Ac bigger Make the shakes thicker, 'til they can lease figure Then we hit the slopes Same amount of snow Johnny would put in his nose No chains and ropes, I don't chastise my hoes Just release the load, put little me's on clothes But still know I got (love for you) Single mothers I got (love for you) Niggas that's hatin I got (love for you) Middle fingers I keep 'em (up for you) Couple bottles with models and they will swallow you whole If I vanish tomorrow niggas'll follow the flow Sees a hundred that's how and when I would check in the rolls When I come to your clubs lawless I stare at the door Look at that look at that naughtier I see you give me that naughtier Suckin on your thumb like a pacifier That must mean you wanna get naughtier Look at that look at that naughtier I see you give me that naughtier Suckin on your thumb like a pacifier That must mean you wanna get naughtier Tu mere dil deewane Tu mere rooh mastane Ho mere dil deewane Aaja, jodi aaja Tu mere dil deewane Tu mere rooh mastane Ho mere dil deewane Aaja, jodi aaja Look at that look at that naughtier I see you give me that naughtier Suckin on your thumb like a pacifier That must mean you wanna get naughtier Look at that look at that naughtier I see you give me that naughtier Suckin on your thumb like a pacifier That must mean you wanna get naughtier