Lyrical Breakdown of 290.We Dem Boyz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "290.We Dem Boyz" 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 "290.We Dem Boyz" 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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Yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy
Yeah, Boyz
Yeah
Hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise, hol' up
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, pop a bottle (pop a bottle)
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, if you suck and swallow (if you suck it)
Smell that marijuana, they gon' follow (they gon' follow)
Throwin' money on her like she won the lotto (the lottery)
Pussy must be serious, hol' up
Scared of heights come face your fears (hol' up, hol' up)
Do it just like Nicki gon 'and bend it over (bus' it wide)
Say she never smoked I turned her to a stoner (smoking now)
Young nigga but I'm ready (but I'm ready)
Oh, foreign girls call me sexy (you sexy)
And white girls gimme Becky (Becky)
But first I gotta roll this joint, baby, hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise, hol' up
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Oh my Gosh, that was amazing (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, you drive me crazy (drive me crazy)
Number one, bitch you can't replace me (can't replace me)
Leave the club these hoes be tryin' to chase me (why you playin'?)
You got a ass so fat let's make a baby (and another one)
Damn, I'm smokin' weed in my Mercedes (foreign car)
Hol' up, these niggas broke, these niggas lazy
Man they money slim, they actin' shady
I'm in my brand new car, who wanna race?
Hoe, bitch you ain't called my phone so why you showin' up? (Never)
I'm takin' them shots all my niggas stay loaded up
Man on the low all these hoes be actin' so material
Hol' up, man did you see her interior?
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise, hol' up
Hol' up, we dem boyz