Lyrical Breakdown of Roll Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Roll Out" 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 "Roll Out" 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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Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me? Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce, what? Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me? Can y'all bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce? Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me? Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce, what? Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me? Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky, Timbaland I be creepin' in backyards, dippin' in alley ways My brother in the 360, I'm in a escalade We piled ride high, sittin' on low pros Petey in the back of us, with his range rov Bold ladies sittin' in back, one ridin' in the front No smokin' in here, so put out your freakin' blunt This how we gon' do it, so pay attention to the rules Women in sexy gear, draws down and no shoes That's why we keep it live, 'cuz we keep ours alive For that alcohol is full of, full of surprise That's how we're gonna ball, walk before we crawl This here, this here, is that party y'all Roll out (Roll) Get crunked (Roll) Get your girls (Roll) Get your boys (Roll) Hit the switches (Roll) Bring the noise (Roll) Roll out (Roll) Get crunked (Roll) Get your girls (Roll) Get your boys (Roll) Hit the switches (Roll) Bring the noise (Roll) Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the baddest Rappin' asses, tickin' on a Timbaland classic Layin' in traffic, shiftin' gears in the automatic Tryin' to get past this old couple in a Maverick Beepin' my horn at 'em, flickin' on my hazards G. callin' me, on his cell phone laughin' Thinkin' his chick hang out the sunroof flashin' I done went in the grass, like to kill a rabbit Swerve back into traffic, radio blastin' Slammed on the brakes, ya old bastard Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the back And girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' wine glasses Wind blowin' dresses up, showin' off the panties Polka-dot stripe thongs crammed in they fannies Whoop, you could be Ms. Barry, fine as you is Tim, pull it over, let 'em ride in here Roll out (Roll) Get crunked (Roll) Get your girls (Roll) Get your boys (Roll) Hit the switches (Roll) Bring the noise (Roll) Roll out (Roll) Get crunked (Roll) Get your girls (Roll) Get your boys (Roll) Hit the switches (Roll) Bring the noise (Roll) Catch me in a chick and her name is Kim Tryna tell you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim Fast food so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim Like why Taco Bell drive-through so damn slim I'm out north too, no top on the Benz Big body, too, just like I walked out the gym Man, I'm speeding through, not just feeling the wind Look, the needle to the gas tank is right at the end Now, I'm needing to sin, lying again Pumpin' gas in the Benz with no money to spend And every kid that walk in, cashier turning again So it's a good thing that lady walked in her twins Roll out (Roll) Get crunked (Roll) Get your girls (Roll) Get your boys (Roll) Hit the switches (Roll) Bring the noise (Roll) Roll out (Roll) Get crunked (Roll) Get your girls (Roll) Get your boys (Roll) Hit the switches (Roll) Bring the noise (Roll) All I do is listen to Eightball, with the hoes on call High dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks Grill in my bed and serve two steak and siemen And I'm scheming on your daughter With on condom and Clairborne Don't get it twisted, I'm gold toothed and two fisted Both arms ready to roll, chrome-wristed I'm past being beserk, I go to work Tell the boss, "Go 'head Give me some sugars and hot sauce" With an a track of Diana Ross playing And drunk off some moonshine I passed out and woke up at noontime Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my face Said them draws was Versache, I thought she had Versace Roll out (Roll) Get crunked (Roll) Get your girls (Roll) Get your boys (Roll) Hit the switches (Roll) Bring the noise (Roll) Roll out (Roll) Get crunked (Roll) Get your girls (Roll) Get your boys (Roll) Hit the switches (Roll) Bring the noise (Roll)