Lyrical Breakdown of Here We Go - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Here We Go" 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 "Here We Go" 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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Paper Route Frank (Montana Corleone made this one) Yeah, what up? (Ayy, Sosa, man, this beat crazy) The first thing I did, I went and got me a zip (Bitch) The second thing I did, I went and took me a trip He owed me money I said don't ball, just shoot the shit up off the rip (Bitch) Shorty got the best massage, she do it with her lips (Shit) Sittin' in my office smokin' blunts like I'm Bill (Clinton) My side bitch start catchin' feelings I had to tell her chill (Lewinsky) Sick (Ugh), ill (Ill), murder (Woah), kill (Kill) All of my trap money go to my kids, it's in my will (It's Dolph) Lodi, dodi, dodi (Dodi), no, I didn't go to college (Nah) But I might wake up tomorrow, go buy another 'Rari (Yeah) My side bitch drive a Masi' (Yеah) She a pretty girl and all she wanna do is party (Yеah) Super-bad bitch and she know she an alcoholic (Hey) Hold up, who that callin'? (Brrt) Fuck that, back to ballin' (Fuck that) Lil' mama from New Orleans (Creole) Bury me in a Dolce & Gabbana coffin (Gabbana) We in competition on who can pour the drank the rawest (Raw) Four hundred racks for a coupe Didn't test drive it, I just bought it (What?) A nigga say they fuckin' with the kid, shit, I doubt it Crossed a bad bitch out for another one, GPS re-routin' Now she sittin' at home like a bad-ass kid poutin' (Uh-huh) Here we go, here we go, here we go (Hey, hey) Here we go, here we go, here we go (Hey, hey) Here we go, here we go, here we go (Hey, hey) Here we go, here we motherfuckin' go (Bitch, bitch) Free all my lil' niggas locked down up in that celly All my straps out 'cause all my lil' niggas villains Don't dodge no smoke, no questions asked when steppers steppin' Just like Little Caesars with my gang, we Hot-N-Ready Carbon 15, but it came with the drum on it Young niggas gone off the Perc' goin' dumb on 'em Just bought a Glock, that bitch came with a switch on it Sent my lil' nigga, I bet he don't miss on it I stack up that bread like some motherfuckin' Pringles I used to be robbin' and starvin' and dealin' I was just breakin' in houses and stealin' Now the boy ridin' on the road to the riches Look how I'm rappin', don't get it confused Still'll mask up and go pull me a move I do my show on the stage with the tools Move and no question big daddy gon' shoot Big dawg in my hood, man, they call me the truth I'll make you famous, shit out here look cool My niggas sick, man, I feel like the flu Put a opp face on the motherfuckin' news Here we go, here we go, here we go (Hey, hey) Here we go, here we go, here we go (Hey, hey) Here we go, here we go, here we go (Hey, hey) Here we go, here we motherfuckin' go (Bitch) They ain't let us in, so we kickin' down the back door We ain't never stop for the po-po (Nah) Walk in the spot, you see two hundred Ps Yeah, my tribe goin' loco (Crazy) Yeah, we trappin' hard like the eighties My young niggas strapped like the navy I'm a go-getter, I don't have no patience I'm the type of nigga go get it, what I'm waitin' on? Yeah, went and got a plug and now my money long (Money long) These niggas can't fuck with me, I'm in the zone (Zone) These niggas can't fuck with me, I keep my chrome (Chrome) I keep me a foreign bitch, bad to the bone (Bone) Man, for real (Bitch), yeah, yeah First I got a zip Then I made a couple flips and took a trip All this ice, these bitches lovin' how I drip (Ice, drip) I keep switchin' foreign whips with a big Glock on my hip Extend the clip, get up out my way, fuck how you feel (Yeah) I'm in the fast lane road-runnin' to the mils (To the Ms) Here we go, here we go, here we go (Hey, hey) Here we go, here we go, here we go (Hey, hey) Here we go, here we go, here we go (Hey, hey) Here we go, here we motherfuckin' go (Bitch, bitch)