Lyrical Breakdown of Tear It Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tear It Up" 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 "Tear It Up" 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.
• 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 Jeezy's narrative.

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Jeezy? What up Where u at? Shit I'm in the hood where u think I'm at man ya know, shit Still commin' over? Eh, man what I tell you earlier, man I'll be through there man Uhh, I've been waiting for you since u left me Sss, that's how you feel? Hhm, hmm, hmm, Yea Red Dogs at my trap got me for a half a stone See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home (I'ma tear that pussy up) She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on So as I hit the do' she already know it's on (I'ma tear that pussy up) Two logs two shots of Patron Grey Goose got me loose tripple stack in my lungs (I'ma tear that pussy up) Stand up at the trunk gettin' my grown man own Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning (I'ma tear that pussy up) Got one baby mama, no bitch, no wife Like Pac, ya need a thug in your life (yeah) A young nigga to straight come through and beat it up Let your man be the freak, he can eat it up (ha ha) Shorty got that fire, she ain't let me down yet (nope) Got a aquafina flow, call it wet wet (damm) Baby good with her mouth, says the right things Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things (ha-ha) She a bad bitch, y'all ready know Face like Trina, and an ass like Jacki-o Got a gangsta on a mission (mission) Best believe I know all the right positions (that's right.) She like it slow from the front, fast from the back (back) Put the pound game on her, hit her from the back (Yeah) I'm young and thuggin, I don't give a fuck He can make love to you, I'ma beat it up Red Dogs at my trap got me for a half a stone See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home (I'ma tear dat pussy up) She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on So as I hit the do' she already know it's on (I'ma tear dat pussy up) Two logs two shots of Patron Grey Goose got me loose tripple stack in my lungs (I'ma tear dat pussy up) Stand up at the trunk gettin' my grown man own Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning (I'ma tear dat pussy up) Me and shawty in the coupe, Lord knows she's a star (Star) For some strange reason, she likes to do it in the car (Damn) She ain't the type that be runnin' her mouth (Nope) So I keep it gangsta with her, let her come to the house (Hey) Let her play Madden with Slick When we in the bedroom she like to play with the stick (Yeah) I know just how to handle her (how) No amateur baby, I got stamina (yeah) Jeezy in the deck, now she grindin' to the beat (beat) Legs vibratin', now she messin' up my sheets (haha) Got a fistful of hair, and a fistful of ass (ass) She came first, I came last, roll the grass (hey) Red Dogs at my trap got me for a half a stone See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home (I'ma tear that pussy up) She layed up in the bed she ain't got no panties on So as I hit the do' she already know it's on (I'ma tear dat pussy up) Two logs two shots of Patron Grey Goose got me loose tripple stack in my lungs (I'ma tear that pussy up) Stand up at the trunk gettin' my grown man own Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning (I'ma tear that pussy up) We pull bad hoes, rip them, push them to the side 'Cause real players, keep reserves when it's clutch time Matter fact, my bottom bitch love to ride pine She know when daddy leave the block, that it's cut time I'm in the trenches, gettin' riches with my comrades We fold hoes up, like slacks in the player path Pretty skin, silky hair, plus that ass fat (Uh-huh) Fresh kicks on your feet, ya I'm diggin' that Slick consako, yo boys slingin' wood bitch You want that straight drop dick Come to the hood bitch I like scout them ghetto hoes up in 20 grand 'Cause them the ones be with that freaky shit man Two drinks, three beans, now she rollin' man The tool in her throat, I'm just tonsil patrollin' man True pro's with this shit, we ain't new jacks We drill hoes and switch 'em up like fitted caps Red Dogs at my trap got me for a half a stone See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home (I'ma tear that pussy up) She layed up in the bed she ain't got no panties on So as I hit the do she already know it's on (I'ma tear that pussy up) Two logs two shots of Patron Grey Goose got me loose tripple stack in my lungs (I'ma tear that pussy up) Stand up at the trunk gettin' my grown man own Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning (I'ma tear that pussy up)