Lyrical Breakdown of Ghetto - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Long nails, pack of weave Dutches and a bag of weed That's all a bitch like you need You from the fucking ghetto That Reggie Miller that you push Don't be burning like that kush You gon' need that Reggie Bush Fucking with the ghetto Moscato filling up my cup Run outs, we don't give a fuck Nuvo get me so fucked up Coming from the ghetto So watch it when you in the south And watch what you say out your mouth And watch your step cause slippers count When you in the ghetto Wife beater, nigga Timbs Slide up with some bigger rims Flip a key and hit the flee And go and get some bigger gems The hood is in the building man I'll get you in your feelings man Hit some shit outside your house With rims the size of ceiling fans I'm the pride of King Kong I'm stomping through the Congo And I can make it clap clap Beat it like a bongo Cat got your tongue You tell that pussy let your tongue go Wouldn't have did this shit right here So gutter but the song so Ghetto, country, hood, ratchet Put your hands up if you fucking with that shit Ghetto, you know, opposite of bougie 12 Inch yaki, big round booty It's ghetto, wave to 'em, hello Say I'm ghetto, ride with the metal Tell 'em that it is what it is We make it do what it do And I love where I live And my people love it too Cause we ghetto If you in the Benz in the projects Lights in your mama name You hustled off your celly And that's the third time your number changed Transport, air brush, outside speakers on Valentino pussy huggers, high heel sneakers on My feet done, nails too, all on the front porch You cooking in some Vicki, your ass hanging out your boyshorts Camouflage stiletto, and diamonds on her metro Tatted silhouette, cause wet is just so fucking ghetto Dope game, bond man, bond money, bonds man That's how you spend funds man When you in the ghetto If you make your money easy, and your swag is off the heezy And your favorite rapper Jeezy, you are motherfucking ghetto Hundred dollar jeans on, price tag bragging But the world kiss your ass so you wear them fuck a sagging CD of the newest choice and Nike be the shoe of choice Candy paint, 24's, booster hoes, and liquor stores, ghetto Ghetto, country, hood, ratchet Put your hands up if you fucking with that shit Ghetto, you know, opposite of bougie 12 Inch yaki, big round booty It's ghetto, wave to 'em, hello Say I'm ghetto, ride with the metal Tell 'em that it is what it is We make it do what it do And I love where I live And my people love it too Cause we ghetto Tall boys, hard boys, hammer laying in your lap Got bitches laying in your bed, and robbers laying in your trap Dubs on the four wheeler, TV's in the headrest And hundred dollar bets to see which trick can give the head best Section eight, WIC checks, eviction notice getting served Child support, HUD homes, and stamps on the fucking third Bootleg DVDs, RICO act another bid And income tax checks, you claiming other people kids Mohawk, gold teeth, tattoos, dreadlocks You serving out the room window and now you call it bedrock Lace fronts, long lashes, looking for a trap star Now every nigga in the ghetto, he thinking he a rap star Fully automatic stick, out of town a dummy brick Now watch him roll and watch him stick When you in the ghetto Pills, dro, key, or blow And people you don't wanna know Weed bags, corner store So motherfucking ghetto Ghetto, country, hood, ratchet Put your hands up if you fucking with that shit Ghetto, you know, opposite of bougie 12 Inch yaki, big round booty It's ghetto, wave to 'em, hello Say I'm ghetto, ride with the metal Tell 'em that it is what it is We make it do what it do And I love where I live And my people love it too Cause we ghetto