Lyrical Breakdown of Albert Pujols - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Boss is my position, I got the ammunition All Wale talkin is Ambition (Rick Ross) In the caravan of some Latin b! tches Talking caramel with them asses like them strippers Oye mami, ven aca come here for papi chulo Let me knock it out the park, I'm talking Albert Pujols (Wale) Albert Pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new mothefucking two door This shit ain't nothing new though I'm tryna knock that out the park, Albert Pujols Made a million with the pen Make my women follow dreams, pussy poppin follow head Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached Fuck what them niggas saying I hit whoever at bat Tryna rock it Atlanta Bravest know that I'm awesome Bet I be like Fenway out in Boston, my green is a monster We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out They just hating on the game, they just way too Canseco Gotta thank my crew, my label, everything I do they a o- K with, who the fuck gon' say something? Shit grand like a mothefucking base load Three strikes put a mothefucking K up Double M nigga now we up Three strikes like a mothefucking C.C You wife ain't shit, we G'd her Huh, we G'd up, G'd up Up in my new two door Out the park, gon Albert Pujols (Rick Ross) In the caravan of some Latin b! tches Talking caramel with them asses like them strippers Oye mami, ven aca come here for papi chulo Let me knock it out the park, I'm talking Albert Pujols (Wale) Albert Pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new motherfucking two door This shit ain't nothing new though I'm tryna knock that out the park, Albert Pujols Feel like I seen it all, but I can't say so Be a snitch! No way, Jose Canseco Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas Yankees though It's going down in history, the way I valet two doors She blew a kiss at me, I told her dale culo Listen b, just give my stylist Kudos And my consistency, I call that Albert Pujols Shouts out to St. Louey, swag champ I got the belt Big H if it ain't Louie, cuffing you bitch is not gon' help They asking me what I wear, I think YSL is how its spell And I might just let you touch it if you don't go tell 'em how It felt Real nigga, that's just how I'm built From turning white into cream, powdered milk To getting rich off a dream, I throw it in a bag This the Ambition anthem, I float it to a flat (Rick Ross) In the caravan of some Latin b! tches Talking caramel with them asses like them strippers Oye mami, ven aca come here for papi chulo Let me knock it out the park, I'm talking Albert Pujols (Wale) Albert Pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new mothef-cking two door This shit ain't nothing new though I'm tryna knock that out the park, Albert Pujols