Lyrical Breakdown of Poke It Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Poke It Out" 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 "Poke It Out" 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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Cool N Dre Go, go, go, go, go Listen (go, go, let's go) I just wanna see if you gon' lie or you gon' love me I was gettin' broads way before I got the money, honey Since I been a star, they don't love me The ceilin' got stars when the star got no ceiling Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out) Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out), yeah Yeah, she got a little butt, so what? (Ayy) Big bag, she can show enough Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out) Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out), yeah My regards to the broads that thought I was done Pick a side, pick a side and die on the joint I've been lettin' things slide, they tryin' too hard 'Cause I ain't left the city once, still travel abroad Nigga, I'm back on my boss shit The stick in that Honda Civic, we in the car service I really just mind my business and pray that God sort 'em Can't really be long-winded, you talkin' short money Today, we not cost cuttin', can you stick it out? Told me she was quarantined, them brand-new titties out And it might be a couple weeks to make them bitches bounce So I mean it when I be like, "What's the turn around?" No really, turn around Okay, I just wanna see if you gon' lie or you gon' love me (gon' lie?) I was gettin' broads way before I got the money, honey Since I been a star, they don't love me The ceilin' got stars when the star got no ceiling Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out) Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out), yeah Yeah, she got a little butt, so what? (Ayy) Big bag, she can show enough Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out) Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out), ye Turn around, I wanna see (I wanna see) Do it look how it look on IG? (Mm) Bad from every angle, she got herself a trainer I know that nigga can't help but take a little peek, uh Cole World and Folarin co-starin' We both flexin', Bo Jacksons, bogartin' These cap niggas that rap with piss-poor jargon My latest whip, my latest chick, was both foreign I know all my hoes miss me I've been the shit since I hit elementary She know who run it, the one that keep it hunnid To find a better nigga you gon' have to live a century (century) Evidently, the coach can't bench me The franchise player, I don't know how to miss And they can't buy a layup, I'm anti what they are I can't take my eyes off your pants, I swear Girl, you shinin' like a damn Moncler I'm thinkin' we should dip like the Cam'ron era If you the big stepper, I'm the landmine here That's the one they know they can't come near I just wanna see if you gon' lie or you gon' love me (gon' lie?) I was gettin' broads way before I got the money, honey Since I been a star, they don't love me The ceilin' got stars when the star got no ceiling (whatchu doing?) Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out) Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out), yeah Yeah, she got a little butt, so what? (Ayy) Big bag, she can show enough Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out) Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (break it down, look) Poke it out, I wanna See you play whether you Meg Thee Stallion or like Coi Leray, okay I just wanna see if you gon' lie or you gon' love me I was gettin' broads way before I got the money, honey Since I been a star, they don't love me The ceilin' got stars in there, boy Stop playin'