Lyrical Breakdown of Loca - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Baby, baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby, baby Know your sick of all the same old thangs Same club wit' the same champagne Backwoods, tryin' to burn your brain Wit' a broke-ass nigga in the CarMax Range You ain't nothin' but a vibrant thang Ass too thick for your 5' 10" frame Want to spend all night in your nine lives? Get to purrin' when that liquor get to burnin' Get it crackin', why you actin' like a virgin? Where it come from, mama or the surgeon? You paid for it, did you pray for it? Get twerkin' And a nigga gotta sit and wait for it, is it worth it? Why I ask when I already know? Don't mind me, mind already gone Nigga better not keep callin' ya phone Have my dogs in the yard at his home Baby, baby, baby, baby You know you drive me crazy You know you drive me crazy You know you drive me crazy You know you drive me crazy Girl, you lookin' like somethin' out of King Magazine, fifteen in the magazine Hope a nigga don't run up tweakin' I'm tryna to have a good time this evening 91 Freeway, eastbound, speedin' Late night but the face right, I need it Mando, I'm the man though, you see it Niggas wanna kill me, so I gotta keep it I ain't really into clubs, into nightlife Only kick it wit' the thugs, I ain't never did a drug Weed blowin' what I does, need your mind right They won't ever catch a nigga at the stoplight What your life like? Would you ride for a nigga, die for a nigga? Court room lie for a nigga? Switch up to set up a snitch on a nigga? Maybe, still gon' drive me crazy Baby, baby, baby, baby You know you drive me crazy You know you drive me crazy You know you drive me crazy You know you drive me crazy Siempre quiere estar en la calle gusta con amigos como pendejo nunca quieres estar en la casa Tienes cosas hacer en la casa también Siempre quiere estar con mío en nunca quiere estar conmigo what the fuck Yo no sé que vas hacer, but you need to get your shit together Because a mi no me vas a tratar como ninguna otra pendeja estupido