Lyrical Breakdown of 11 In The Cut - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "11 In The Cut" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Wiz Khalifa weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "11 In The Cut" 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 Wiz Khalifa 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 Wiz Khalifa's narrative.
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Uhn, Uhn
Niggas know
Taylor gang sunshine or snow
Them hoes running their best clothes
And I prolly fucked your bitch nigga
Real shit, uh
We never low
Away we go (Taylor gang or die)
We suppose to go, go
We suppose to go, go
We never low (and that's til the end)
Away we go
Like we supposed to go, go
I always keep one rolled (for life)
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
Wake up, bake up
Gotta get my cake up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
Rolling all this weed I am holding
Thinking she high before before she get the chance to smoke it
Blowing o's she knows my trees potent
Man at home, you living for the moment
Coming game, don't run it, I own it
Kush and orange juice be the components
Come to my crib, see money so big, you can't fold it
This's how I live
She poured her a lil gin
Then rolled her another doob
Before she was finished man freaky sheena got super looses
We never low
Away we go
And we suppose to go, go
We suppose to go, go
We never low
Away we go
Like we supposed to go, go
I always keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
Wake up, bake up
Gotta get my cake up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
Show money
Leaving show car low full of hoes for me
Hahaha
It's so funny
On the paper chase in case that money run from me
In the cut rolling up
Keep the E-z Widers stuffed
While a lil nigga still smoking hella blunts
What?
I just made us another plane
And poured out some champagne
As soon as we finished she was screaming out taylor gang
We never low
Away we go
We suppose to go, go
We suppose to go, go
We never low
Away we go
Like we supposed to go, go
I always keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
Wake up, bake up
Gotta get my cake up
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up
Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out
In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up