Lyrical Breakdown of Keep It Gangsta - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Keep It Gangsta" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Jeezy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Keep It Gangsta" 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 Jeezy employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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You *** doing way too much ***

You tryin' to bite my style, steal my swag

You wanna know how to do it I'll give you the recipe, let's go

I keep it gangsta and they love dat s***, hey

If you's a gangsta you gon' love dis s***

I keep it gangsta and they love dat s***, hey

If you's a gangsta you gon' love dis s***

This one's for you and I ain't talking Bud Light, nope

HK *** with that little red light

Whole club bouncing ev'rybody strapped up

Pull it out my pants and make ev'rybody back up

*** a record deal the boy just too real

Watch 'em cook it on da stove man the boy got skills

Streets is talking whole hood's whispering

Careful what I say 'cause I know dem folks listening

It's ya boy Mr. 17-5

Lil' mama whole the strap and the work while I drive

Take it out the wrap and I put it on the scale

But keep that on da low 'cause I ain't trying to go to jail

I keep it gangsta and they love dat s***, hey

If you's a gangsta you gon' love dis s***

I keep it gangsta and they love dat s***, hey

If you's a gangsta you gon' love dis s***

They call me Slick Manning 'cause my vision's great

Toss shells like pigskins when I squeeze the 8

Think I start for the Braves way I rep the A

Like John Smokes in his prime when I pitch the K

Got the scale in my pocket on a suicide doors

Yams in the strap facing suicide time, let's go

Outlandish wit it man it's stupid how we shine, aye

Catch me in them bunkers with the troops all the time, okay

I heed like Saddam but I'm sick like Ooday

Keeps some youngsters with me and they all 'bout gun play

We been had the streets jammed up to stock

We down south *** but the plugs up top, for real

I keep it gangsta and they love dat s***, hey

If you's a gangsta you gon' love dis s***

I keep it gangsta and they love dat s***, hey

If you's a gangsta you gon' love dis s***

(Blood raw I keep it gangsta my **)

This for gangstas I ain't talking 'bout you bustas

Choppa toaters money gettas naw not you suckas

Coola than a fan, coola than a freezer

Still in da hood ridin' sixes on the Reagal

Still on MLK, still got a side

Still getting money and I'm still in the trap

Lil' mama say she like me plus she know I'm hood

I'm a fool wit laying pipe and she know I'm good

I got a spot for the yay Uncle Pete keep the K's

Auntie Shirley got the money if they rush then we straight

A 732 shawdy leave it in my pager

We ain't talking on dem phones 'cause I know you talking paper

I keep it gangsta and they love dat s***, hey

If you's a gangsta you gon' love dis s***

I keep it gangsta and they love dat s***, hey

If you's a gangsta you gon' love dis s***