Lyrical Breakdown of Thats How - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Thats How" 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 "Thats How" 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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Yeah, woah, yeah, woah, yeah, woah, yeah, woah (Yeah) (Let the BandPlay) Ha (Huh) Ayy Oh, you love this bitch with all your heart, huh? Stupid ass nigga, ha Nah, I could never ever, ever chase a bitch (Nah) 'Cause I'm too busy chasin' these millions (Woo) Too much drip (Drippy), too many whips (Skrr) Drop me a four then take me a sip (Ride) It tastes too good, every day I say I quit (Damn) Pull up in a Challenger, Lambo' on my wrist (What?) Never gave a fuck, yeah, that's how I got rich (Ayy) Thirty round clip, make 'em do a backflip (Yeah, yeah) Get interrogated, I bet he gon' squeal (Ayy) Quarter mill' just for these rocks on my ears (Ayy) Girl, let me squeeze it to see if it's real (Woo) Freaky lil' New York bitch, call her Lil Kim (Ayy) I love that lil' thing she do with her throat (Ayy) Greatest of all time, call that bitch the G.O.A.T (Ayy) Gettin' richer and richer (What else?) Ball with my niggas (What else?) Smokin' on Skittles (Huh) Neighborhood dealer, yeah, yeah Fuck nigga killer, yeah, yeah Bad bitch getter Take her to the mall, spend cash with her (Yeah, yeah) Met her in October (Ayy, what's your name?) Blocked her in November (Ayy, block that bitch) Don't call me no more, bitch I'm recruitin' all new hoes in December (Ha, ayy) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) A fiend for that skrilla, lil' nigga (Woo) Yeah (Yeah), yeah Malcom X said, "By any means," lil' nigga (I don't give a fuck) Cut a nigga off in a heartbeat (A heartbeat) Too many niggas done cross me (Fuck 'em) Everything I know, the streets taught me (Gutter) Everything I got, the streets bought me Nah, I could never ever, ever chase a bitch (Nah) 'Cause I'm too busy chasin' these millions (Woo) Too much drip (Drippy), too many whips (Skrr) Drop me a four then take me a sip (Ride) It tastes too good, every day I say I quit (Damn) Pull up in a Challenger, Lambo' on my wrist (What?) Never gave a fuck, yeah, that's how I got rich (Ayy) Thirty round clip, make 'em do a backflip (Yeah, yeah) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) Know a couple niggas want me locked up (Pussy) Know a couple niggas want me dead (Fuck 'em) My dawg on the way back to the feds (Damn) Two big booty bitches in the bed (Woo) These neighborhood diamonds they blue (Frank) I used to throw packs for my Piru nigga (Trap) I see you in too many pictures with the opps Then it's fuck you too, nigga (On God) Ha, rappers ridin' dick for clout (Damn) We don't do that at Paper Route (Damn) Broke niggas can't come around (Damn) They ain't come up until I stayed down (For real though) Blue diamonds teeth when I smile (For real though) In the Bentley coupe drinkin' Crystal (For real though) They don't like me but they like my style (Hey) Wow I could never ever ever chase a bitch (Uh-huh) 'Cause I'm too busy chasin' these millions (Yeah) Too much whips (Yeah), too much sticks (Yeah) New plain jane Rollie, cost me two bricks (Damn) Not like I'ma stop buyin' jewelry, I didn't Got water on water, finna donate to Flint Young nigga be fresh in her mouth like a mint I be doggin' these hoes but to bae I'm a gent These racks be the reason I walk with a limp I'm ballin' so hard better get us on film Sippin' Codeine, baby bottle, no beer I keep me a K on the side, call it Kim I don't need a hitman, I been in the field (Yeah) Get my own shooter and I shoot the field (Yeah) Who fuckin' with Glock? Ayy, let's keep it real (Yeah) A million is cool, now I want a bill (Yeah, yeah) Nah, I could never ever, ever chase a bitch (Nah) 'Cause I'm too busy chasin' these millions (Woo) Too much drip (Drippy), too many whips (Skrr) Drop me a four then take me a sip (Ride) It tastes too good, every day I say I quit (Damn) Pull up in a Challenger, Lambo' on my wrist (Skrr, skrr) Never gave a fuck, yeah, that's how I got rich (Ayy) Thirty round clip, make 'em do a backflip (Yeah, yeah) Pull up in a Challenger, Lambo' on my wrist Never gave a fuck, yeah, that's how I got rich Bitch