Lyrical Breakdown of Out da Park - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Out da Park" 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 "Out da Park" 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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Guess who just stepped up in the place
Shower apple, high tops, a couple drinks
Promethazine, I mean syrup
Your bitch say I gotta be the flyest nigga on earth
I got a bitch that live on Pluto, a bitch that live on Venus
But my bitch that live on Saturn, she thick like Serena Williams
Stupid stupid, dog, I know it
Outer space flavour, but I can't control it
Remember I did my thang with that money makin' purple
Late night, countin' me and money makin' murder
Can't stay a nigga, so you know I go hard
Shout out to the squad, this one out the park
Gucci sneakers, Gucci belt, Gucci shirt, Gucci hat
Might turn up the bat
I like my girl small waist, ass extra large
Ain't gon' even lie, my nigga, this one out the park
Out the park, out the park, baby girl you out the park
All that ass you got, lil mama you out the park
Smokin' stupid and this shit is out the park
Out the park, out the park, Paper Route, we out the park
The second verse, that shit get even worse
How you have it, homeboy, I think that I'm cursed
Blue diamonds on me, same colours as Papa Smurf
Girl you know you wrong for squeezin' in that little skirt
Swag out the park, flavour out the universe
Gave my bitch three racks, she spent that on a Louis purse
Oops, my bad, she call them bitches bad
I got her twistin' blunts and holdin' 50 thou' cash
Dog girl, dog world, lil mama extra bad
I fuck her extra good, 'fore I drop her off at class
Twistin' up a blunt of loud as she exit the car
I look her in her eyes, told her that head was out the park
Gucci sneakers, Gucci belt, Gucci shirt, Gucci hat
Might turn up the bat
I like my girl small waist, ass extra large
Ain't gon' even lie, my nigga, this one out the park
Out the park, out the park, baby girl you out the park
All that ass you got, lil mama you out the park
Smokin' stupid and this shit is out the park
Out the park, out the park, Paper Route, we out the park
Every time I step up to that place, it's out the park
Hit after hit, damn, dog, you out the park
Dog from South Memphis, but I got niggas in Hyde Park
I never worked a hard job
Me and Danny just went and got a spot on Mars
We throwin' a pool party, invitin' all the bad broads
Ain't gon' even lie, my nigga, this one out the park
Out the park, out the park, damn, dog, you out the park
Gucci sneakers, Gucci belt, Gucci shirt, Gucci hat
Might turn up the bat
I like my girl small waist, ass extra large
Ain't gon' even lie, my nigga, this one out the park
Out the park, out the park, baby girl you out the park
All that ass you got, lil mama you out the park
Smokin' stupid and this shit is out the park
Out the park, out the park, Paper Route, we out the park