Lyrical Breakdown of Hoodie - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hoodie" 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 Thug 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 Thug's narrative.

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(Southside on the track, yeah) Yeah, that's my buddy, buddy What about (Metro) That's my buddy, buddy, drinking on the muddy Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it Make sure you make her experience her nutty Put that d- all in her ribs and her gutty Drinking Kid Cudi, acting all sl- In front company, Trayvon hoodie Know it's all goodie Don Juan pimping, b-, it's black tees, hoodies Durag business Looking all boogie, but saving all your cookies Act to the right, red for the rookies A- on the right and on the left Bunch of wealthy rich guys like ourselves, hey (yeah, like ourselves, hey) And you was supposed to call me back But I'm glad you didn't 'cause I got busy I just got a call one of my brothers got whacked It was time to ride, slid the sticks and the masks You know if I pass, you won't get a call back and If I hit you back, you know we deaded the madness Round of applause, we one of one in this battle Mama say she look in my eyes she see a casket Daddy said he look in my eyes he see a bastard I won't hit you back, you never could've imagined Round of applause you think you winning the battle No, I don't wanna lose, so I casper I was rocking Jimmy Choos on my first tour I still was thinking like a fool on my first tour Now I'm on my worst tour That's my buddy, buddy, drinking on the muddy Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it Make sure you make her experience her nutty Put that d- all in her ribs and her gutty Drinking Kid Cudi, acting all sl- In front company, Trayvon hoodie Know it's all goodie Don Juan pimping, b-, it's black tees, hoodies Durag business Rich stepper, let's begin, I got a million on the coast Thousand, bet a thousand, shoot it all, I'm betting on Cee-lo Cash prize, let her cash it in, ain't left her with a note Never bit, ain't never, ever (never) Palm Angel with the vibes, we like to swap out (we like to swap out) Drop top, we pushing P, she got her cock-eyed, cock-eyed Sharing bank rolls, they brung them props out (they brung them props out) Ain't no switching sides, I'm with the guys 'til I pass out Now they say they feeling us (yeah), but reality, they ain't as big as us (nah) F- her every night, I know for sure, she catching many nuts (body count) Cali Distro sendin' boxes through just like it's Pizza Hut (phew) Put it on, they eat it up (eat it), flooded diamonds, my pieces up Drop the top, you smell me in the wind I been feelin' like a DJ when I tell 'em spin (360) Ran up all these millions, so I went, copped ma that Benz (skrrt) Long live my f- brother, that's my brodie, that's my twin (Keed, Keed) That's my buddy, buddy, drinking on the muddy Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it Make sure you make her experience her nutty Put that d- all in her ribs and her gutty Drinking Kid Cudi, acting all sl- In front company, Trayvon hoodie Know it's all goodie Don Juan pimping, b-, it's black tees, hoodies Durag business Looking all boogie, but saving all your cookies Act to the right, red for the rookies A- on the right and on the left Bunch of wealthy rich guys like ourselves, hey Like ourselves, hey