Lyrical Breakdown of Purse Come First - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Purse Come FirstUGK Already bitch Trunk full of yay bitch, P.A. to H-Town nigga Get on yo' money motherfucker It's really goin down in the South Sweet Jones biatch! (Uhh) Flippin' and dippin', sippin' and grain grippin' Watch him lie through my rearview mirror, I ain't trippin' I done rolled with the best and acted bad in the worst Dick is a commodity bitch the purse come first They say they with animals, my mouth is perverse Ain't overstandin us nigga, my life ain't rehearsed Ain't no rewind button like DVD They never show the real neighborhood on TV (TV) Ours ain't prison and "The Wire" ain't dope President is the supplier, government got all the coke Wouldn't depend on Noriega is it wasn't for no Reagan (Reagan) While all the Christian holidays the same day as the Pagans (as the Pagans) I look like this, I don't talk it, I make 'em think I'm dumb I keep dick out they eyes, don't see where I'm cummin' from I lay between thighs, she put it in her mouth and hum Life is a pussy motherfucker, I'm gon' get me some Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane (plane) No it's just another drone spyin on us mayne (mayne) It's a new world order, at least that's what I read (read) And big brother is watchin, I just heard somebody said Jesus was married to Mary (Mary) and they both had a kid (kid) And it's a piece of history that the Catholic church hid (hid) Man fuck the Da Vinci code, fuck Illuminati! Only secret society is Rap-A-Lot and John Gotti (Gotti) This Halliburton contracts and war profiteerin' (teerin) With Cheney on the board, is you motherfuckers hearin'? (hearin) They send us off to war, kill our kids and got paid to America, open yo' eyes (for real) these niggas played you (man) And played me too, shit I pay taxes (taxes) They let these bitches wage war against the evil axis (axis) Pull up all the e-mails, memos and the faxes (faxes) So we can really see what all the facts is, you bastards Yea, yea, yea "Now where ya been Gipp? " Gonnnne 'round the world with Nelly Leave it up in her jelly, swisha sweet we blowin smelly We don't blog, we don't surf, we don't search neither We don't trust, we don't pass, we just touch people We hit 'em three times, ain't lyin/line like Adidas Surrounded by killers and dealers and club geekers Summertime, Dapper Dan, candy ridin coupes Wintertime, snow suits with the Louie boots See the purse came first, the love came later The pussy got wet and captain D came greater I do it for the Bun and I do it for the Pimp For the hustlers and the gangstas doin' time behind the fence