Lyrical Breakdown of Shotta Boys - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Hello? Hello? Yo, Wyclef, what's going on? Louie Rankin, man A.K.A. Teddy Bruckshot who give Richie F the order To murder the bloodclaat informer Dungles car informer for dead Anyway, what's going on, rude boy? I call that great acting, Hollywood need me But, still, what's going on now, Wyclef? I need a ticket to the carnival when you come to T Dot And you must always tell them say, nobody no ramp with you 'Cause the original Jamaican don dada got your back Them want war? I still bring it! Every time they see me, man They ask me two questions Wyclef Jean, when's the next Fugee album? When is Shottas Part 2? I tell 'em Shotta boys, I see them talking at the bar Get your drink and speed, more like a foreign car Kevin Costner wanna play your bodyguard Gotta guard your body, could get bodied hard Seen the movie Shottas, I play Richie X It ain't hard to do, I know who Richie is Richie Rich boys, they don't give a F You don't wanna flex, nah, you don't wanna flex Boy, you don't wanna flex, nah, you don't wanna flex Keep your muscle in your shirt, boy, you don't wanna flex, nah You don't wanna flex, nah, you don't wanna flex Keep your muscle in your shirt, boy, you don't wanna flex (Ayy) Don't make me do it, I'ma plead self-defense And tell the judge you made me do it (Ayy) Don't make me do it, I'ma plead self- Defense and tell the judge you made me do it I don't wanna do it, I don't wanna do it I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna Please, don't make me do it I don't wanna do it, I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna Yeah Compare me to my whip 'cause if you push, I start No Whitney Houston here, don't need no bodyguard That poker face don't help, don't make me pull your card Might end up in that river, now your body hard It's Watts up in my veins, so here's a shocking fact Ain't never bang, but I know forty Haitian gats Keep flexing all you want, them zoes, they got my back I'm 'bout this paper, sticks up out these hundred stacks Never broke, thumbing through a billy paper 'cause it more Never show, come correct, don't play me like a poppy show I'm in the zone, tell me how much for the zone Give me a deal and we on, there go my phone (Brrr) Shottas sequel coming home (Blaow) Got my business mind like Big Meech Want the south to love me like I'm Pimp C Ayy, 'Clef, he called me off the bench, man So now I bring the bars like Jimmy Henchman, ooh Shotta boys, I see them talking at the bar Get your drink and speed, more like a foreign car Kevin Costner wanna play your bodyguard Gotta guard your body, could get bodied hard Seen the movie Shottas, I play Richie X It ain't hard to do, I know who Richie is Richie Rich boys, they don't give a F You don't wanna flex, nah, you don't wanna flex Boy, you don't wanna flex, nah, you don't wanna flex Keep your muscle in your shirt, boy, you don't wanna flex, nah You don't wanna flex, nah, you don't wanna flex Keep your muscle in your shirt, boy, you don't wanna flex (Ayy) Shotta boys, I see them talking at the bar