Lyrical Breakdown of Chun Li (feat. Nipsey Hu$$le) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Chun Li (feat. Nipsey Hu$$le)" 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 "Chun Li (feat. Nipsey Hu$$le)" 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.
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Turn me all the way up
I know I got that flow back, nigga
(Nigga that cough -, chill, nigga) mm
Real rap, peel back in the matte black (I gotta bounce it now)
She ain't at where I'm at, send that ass back, yeah
Wale though ('cause ain't fly and they can't rap)
Hos in the telly on the late night
Smokin' real good, my eyes late flight
She ridin' now, she tryna tell me where her heart was at
I'm like, nah, what the face like
Yea, I'm a straight shot
I'm a thorough nigga, but I'm a great guy
In a old car, a new paint job
My crew ain't the squad, Manute ain't tall
Who ain't talkin' that shit the ballers get with - Ralph
All of this shit is scholarship flow, I'm tossin' free wisdom
I'm aware that my artistry different
I'm aware that my heart is by my cuff link
Though I'm livin' a life with a lot of plush things
I'm livin' a life without trustin'
Yeah, too much hate when ya crew hot, too much love get you 2Pac'd
Too much bread over here get you stalked by the feds
The IRS, and a few broads
Real rap, peel back in the matte black
She ain't at where I'm at, send that ass back
I'ma tell you why these guys stayin', where they at
'Cause these niggas ain't fly and they can't rap
Yup, yup, can a nigga flow
Yup, yup, got a million hos
Yup, yup, when a nigga step out in a pair of what's those
Yup, yup, all the niggas go (these niggas ain't fly, and they can't rap)
Yup, yup, at a nigga show
Live bitches at a nigga show
Yup, yup, when a nigga step out in a pair of what's those
Yup, yup, all the bitches go, huh
Yup, yup, can a nigga flow
Yup, yup, got a million hos
Yup, yup, when a nigga step out in a pair of what's those
Yup, yup, all the niggas go (these niggas ain't fly, and they can't rap)
Yup, yup, at a nigga show
Live bitches at a nigga show
Yup, yup, when a nigga step out in a pair of what's those
Yup, yup, all the bitches go
Ah, yeah, yup, yup, nigga gettin' rich
Yup, yup, nigga bought a Six
Yup, I, bought a spot on the top floor
And my view from the livin' room, it go offshore, yeah
Yup, yup, nigga on his tip
Yup, yup, nigga never slip
Nah, hold up, wait a minute with that homie shit
I was on my grind, and you ain't never loan me shit
I was on a mission, nigga you ain't never load a clip
Hol' up, you remind me of my old bitch
Hol' up, why you always on that ho shit? Man hol' up
Got me talkin' 'bout some old shit
So I get back to the money, say I'm actin' funny
Face everywhere, thank God I ain't ugly
See him in the mirror, they say God is above me
In a Porsche Panamera, smokin' weed, gettin' skully
Yup, so come get me if you want me
Me and my buddy, leave shit real bloody
Yellow tape on the beat, it's no wonder why they love me
Huh, yup, yup, can a nigga flow
Yup, yup, got a million hos
Yup, yup, when a nigga step out in a pair of what's those
Yup, yup, all the niggas go (these niggas ain't fly, and they can't rap)
Yup, yup, at a nigga show
Live bitches at a nigga show
Yup, yup, when a nigga step out in a pair of what's those
Yup, yup, all the bitches go, huh
Yup, yup, can a nigga flow
Yup, yup, got a million hos
Yup, yup, when a nigga step out in a pair of what's those
Yup, yup, all the niggas go
Yup, yup, at a nigga show
Live bitches at a nigga show
Yup, yup, when a nigga step out in a pair of what's those
Yup, yup, all the bitches go (these niggas ain't fly, and they can't rap)
It's a whole lotta 'Gnac, not a lot to chase
And the hos in the back, they ain't tryna wait
She open thighs and I'm close-minded
This is Cashmere Thoughts meets North Face
This is Iceberg Slim with some more game
This is Martin Payne, niggas Pam James
That's a damn shame, niggas without game
Call them all the time, I call 'em any name
I am highly respected amongst young dames
Rollin' up sour, bumpin' Sweet James Jones
G thing made G's, speakin' G code
On fire, make a riot be a free show
Beat the beat up, get a couple knots
I am nothin' like these muthafuckin' other guys
Them PR's sittin' hard with them number nines
In the fall, they be talkin' that the summer's mine
Real rap, peel back in the matte black
She ain't at where I'm at, send that ass back
I'ma tell you why the niggas ain't fuckin'
Niggas ain't fly and they can't rap
Yup, yup, can a nigga flow
Yup, yup, got a million hos
Yup, yup, when a nigga step out in a pair of what's those
Yup, yup, all the niggas go (niggas ain't fly, and they can't rap)
Yup, yup, at a nigga show
Live bitches at a nigga show
Yup, yup, when a nigga step out in a pair of what's those
Yup, yup, all the bitches go, huh
Yup, yup, can a nigga flow
Yup, yup, got a million hos
Yup, yup, when a nigga step out in a pair of what's those
Yup, yup, all the niggas go (niggas ain't fly, and they can't rap)
Yup, yup, at a nigga show
Live bitches at a nigga show
Yup, yup, when a nigga step out in a pair of what's those
Yup, yup, all the bitches go