Lyrical Breakdown of On the River - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "On the River" 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 "On the River" 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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Pretty white bitches sniffin' cocaine My trap house live like the Soul Train, yeah I had a dream when I was a young nigga (me too) Bad bitches (and a lot of money), yeah Big pound of weed in that motherfucker Whole lotta foreigns (gang gang), yeah (yeah) Millions on top of millions If she ain't pretty, she can't ride with me (hell nah) If she ain't got ass, I don't wanna smash (no, thank you) Weed so good, I don't wanna pass (woo) All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like Thriller (damn) I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt) You fuckin' with the realest (yeah), don't know a nigga realer, ayy, yeah I can show you how to make that money triple (work) Took her out to eat (then what?), fucked her on the river (uh) Syrup sipper, and she full of that liquor (yeah) Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (yeah) She started with me first, pullin' on my zipper (yeah) She thickalicious, so you know I had to hit her Goddamn, hell nah, boy, you know I didn't kiss her (no) I'm from Memphis, you know I thought about pimping her (yup) Hah, G's up, hoes down (down) I might break a bitch like I break down a pound, yeah Want the work for cheap, jump on a plane, go out of town Yeah, you see that boy ain't solid, make that pussy stay from 'round All I wanna do is count money and lay up with my lil' bitch (ayy) Rich niggas ain't dumb, dumb niggas ain't rich, you dig? (Yeah) If she ain't pretty, she can't ride with me (hell nah) If she ain't got ass, I don't wanna smash (no, thank you) Weed so good, I don't wanna pass (woo) All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like Thriller (damn) I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt) You fuckin' with the realest (yeah), don't know a nigga realer, ayy, yeah I can show you how to make that money triple (work) Took her out to eat (then what?), fucked her on the river (uh) All I smoke is killer (strong) Gotta shout out Killa (hey) See me in the club, I be standing next to killers (whoa) Got a crib in Cali, so my car ain't got no ceilings (drop) Smellin' like that KK when I walk into the building (hey, hey) Bankroll, tryna get another million (racks) Get jammed up, he gon' sing like Bryson Tiller (damn) Garage look like the dealer (haha) Y'all don't look familiar (who is you?) Plus I rep them Steelers (yeah) Don't care what the bill is (uh-huh) Buy it all, buy it all, buy it all Met the bitch on the first night, she gon' try it all I feel bad for her nigga 'cause he keep tryna call Got her over at my crib, she'll be back to you tomorrow If she ain't pretty, she can't ride with me (hell nah) If she ain't got ass, I don't wanna smash (no, thank you) Weed so good, I don't wanna pass (woo) All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like Thriller (damn) I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt) You fuckin' with the realest (yeah), don't know a nigga realer, ayy, yeah I can show you how to make that money triple (work) Took her out to eat (then what?), fucked her on the river (uh)