Lyrical Breakdown of Hustling - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hustling" 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 "Hustling" 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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Hello to all niggas and bitches Welcome to Digglers Wild World of Girls I'm sitting here with the baddest bitch (that's right) So Trina, tell us a little something about yourself Hustler, I'm the queen of this south shit Tight with a cute face, that's what I'm 'bout bitch Sexy, specialize in fellatio All about my pesos, never was a fake hoe Shot shore, throw the cock like a flamethrower In the mouth of a cock blower Just a diva, mack momma looking for them ends Traded in the Lex for the G-5 Benz Touring on the road, getting stacks 20 grand karats for the show, no tax Bell-V is what I'm pourin' on them haters Blinding with the lock, no imitators Broke ass niggas getting on my nerves Get sliced, diced, chopped, and served Ask, am I off the chain? I won't lie But I don't want your man boo, fuck that guy, uh Oh, okay, alright I see how y'all be getting down in the MIA But Trina, what I really wanna know is How would you get with a nigga who live with a bitch? Wait (wait) for his bitch to leave Ms. Trina got a trick up her sleeve Open up the door, I walk straight in the house Put your man down and put my cock in his mouth (damn) I need a heavyweight like Georgie Foreman To work my ocean like the Long Shoreman I'm real successful, I live off interests So get it right bitch, I'm the Diamond Princess Banking and it's all for the cause (Hey Trina, would you suck a nigga dick?) Bitch, hell naw! And fuck what a bitch tell y'all Stay the fuck outta mine hoe and go get a job, uh Damn girl You wild as fuck But what I really wanna know is How you set a motherfucker up? See a nigga pumpin' gas, don't look Get out your car slow, drop your book Sell 'em with your name and your freak-out game And show a lil' shot of ass just to get in his brain Tell 'em what he wanna hear, calm and slow "You want this ass?" Come on, let's go Call my dawgs at the hotel, let 'em know I'm coming Bring 'em upstairs and leave the car running (that's right) Get 'em in the room, don't be scared (don't be scared) Go in broke come out with bread That's what a nigga get, playing with that cheese Fun for a freaking, watch ya get skeeze Out the door, real quick Then out come my dawgs with the K's and shit (lay down, fuck nigga) Thinking with your dick man, that ain't nothing (Trina, one more thing) Naw, no more questions See now that's what I'm talking 'bout We need more real motherfucking bitches representing that real shit You heard it live from the baddest bitch Reporting live, this is KiKi From Digglers Wild World of Girls See ya I'm out, no more questions I'm done! I'm not that bitch, I'm that other bitch