Lyrical Breakdown of High Five - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "High Five" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dro weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "High Five" 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 Dro 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 Dro's narrative.
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High five, high five, high five
High five, high five
When you in the club and you see me, high five
You know I'm just a thug when you see me, high five
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him high five
When you in the club and you see me, high five
You know I'm just a thug when you see me, high five
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him high five
Dro, it's good to be back I been gone nigga
It's been long nigga, I been strong nigga
I been in Bankhead Co and Herner Homes nigga
I been wit niggaz from Simpson to Culver homes
Westside nigga, y'all niggaz betta mount up
Big rim Jolly Rancher cars y'all mount up
Do my damn dance work my legs pop my hands
Like do it nigga, do it nigga
Young money yep I want a blockhead ho
The block said, "Dro you need to drop" well here it go
Let's go hey, gone, gone
Man, I'm in the hood like a Nextel phone
When the work come chirp then purp come chirp
Then prototype Chevy it's a James Bond 'vert
All we do is work and holla, "Fuck'em"
Westside man we gon' buss'em
When you in the club and you see me, high five
You know I'm just a thug when you see me, high five
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him high five
When you in the club and you see me, high five
You know I'm just a thug when you see me, high five
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him high five
My Chevy paint flippin' on my rims got that indiglow
When it get dark rim glowin' like my wrist glow
F-650 pro my rims look like 64s
Sit taller than everybody I'm up there with the red lights
Slick Dro, it's me chicken money KFC
Crispy dark meat the carbon come in all heat
You know how the mob be they got me eatin' shark meat
Order me a snail plate I think I want some frog meat
Triple thick chinchilla take the skin off the lizard
Put it on the Benz interior, imperial
I'm bustin' and I'm furious I'm scratchin' off the stereo
Knock him off tonight and in the morning let his children know
Bitches get flip-flopped I feed 'em all Cheerios
Shine on them 24's I know how to get a ho
Big bank wet paint Jackie Chan stereo
Money hungry Dro eatin' paper like a billy goat
When you in the club and you see me, high five
You know I'm just a thug when you see me, high five
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him high five
When you in the club and you see me, high five
You know I'm just a thug when you see me, high five
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him high five
High five, westside Bank head prolly clean on me
Four 15's so you know my trunk really beat
Screens start flippin' when they flip here the DVD
Ridin' down Simpson me and T.I. watchin' 'Lean on Me'
Carbon 16 on me 30 carat ring on me
Dro be on BET and plus he fuck wit Sheila E
Beamer Z car in the hospital the 'vert V
Cut the top off the Jag, open brain surgery
Box on the Bourbon seats they know me out in Germany
Frog green Kermit Jeep 23's my rims be
Plus I be on Mimm street, Kimberly remember me
Tell them haters get on they job I need energy
Leleee gangsta grill wit me Trineshia spent a mill wit me
Ralph I got a bunch like middle school feelin' me?
Baby mama Dolce Gabana ask Tiereney
Dark on black buttons I'm ridin' on nothin's
When you in the club and you see me, high five
You know I'm just a thug when you see me, high five
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him high five
When you in the club and you see me, high five
You know I'm just a thug when you see me, high five
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him high five