Lyrical Breakdown of At the House - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dolph weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "At the House" 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 Young Dolph 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 Young Dolph's narrative.

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(Izze The Producer) uh huh Ayy, what up? It’s Dolph I do this shit for real, my nigga That two-seater, fully loaded (Skrrt) This Swisher Sweet, fully loaded (Damn) This wrist piece, fully loaded So this four five, fully loaded (Baow) Them young niggas, I can’t control 'em Pull up with a thirty thousand dollar motor Eyes low, 'cause I'm never sober 'cause I’m a mud drinker and a strong smoker Got a little bitch that get money Out pure passion and strokers My old head nigga said, "You Get too much money Young nigga stay focused!" Had an out of state plug When I was nineteen nigga So I ain’t ever been local Jumped in this rap game, spent a little bit Of change, brought the streets with me Now it’s time to take over! That’s that Paper Route Empire shit Got a white girl that like to twerk And she on that Miley Cyrus shit Don’t need no pen, don’t need no paper Just give me a track, and I’ll demolish it I’m on the other side of the country With fifty Ps in my closet, bitch! I have the bread in the house In the bed, in the couch (Ayy) I came up with a multi-million Dollar plan at the house (Word) I don't trust these hoes So I don’t get head at the house (Hell no) I just woke up out a nightmare Fucking feds ran in the house Press up CDs at the house Weighing Ps at the house (Yup, yup) Hell nah I ain’t never had no keys at the house Lotta pistols A hundred thousand dollar wardrobe At the house (Hey) Fresh as fuck and strapped up Every time I leave the house (Uh, huh) I got no cable at the house Just plenty paper at the house I ain’t talking hoes when I say I got flavors at the house Stack my paper to the ceiling Went and bought mama a house Said, "Mama, do me a favor And keep yo ass up out the South" Now mama waving at her white neighbors Just chillin at the house But daddy just like me That nigga still running in and out What you doing in the hood dad? "Young nigga watch your mouth" My mama just called me tipsy Say she brought me in and she’ll take me out (What?) godamn, what the fuck? yeah I’m Still dealin' with this Daddy just like me, south Memphis nigga That’s real nigga shit (It's Dolph) Hood nigga run through a Couple hundred bands while I’m eating on a box of Popeyes I’m connected like Wi-Fi nigga that’s why I have the bread in the house In the bed, in the couch (Ayy) I came up with a multi-million Dollar plan at the house (Word) I don't trust these hoes So I don’t get head at the house (Hell no) I just woke up out a nightmare Fucking feds ran in the house Press up CDs at the house Weighing Ps at the house (Yup, yup) Hell nah I ain’t never had no keys at the house Lotta pistols A hundred thousand dollar wardrobe At the house (Hey) Fresh as fuck and strapped up Every time I leave the house (Uh, huh)