Lyrical Breakdown of Fresh Prince Of Utah - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Fresh Prince Of Utah" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Fresh Prince Of Utah" 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again's narrative.
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Bow-wow
Yeah-yeah
Top, top
Uh, uh
It's a parade inside my city, yeah, ass shakin', givin' head
Ain't no county product of the feds
Flag green, the cutters red
Now watch, I cut him like Sherhonda, yeah
I'm in this bitch, who want me dead?
Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah
Nah bitch, I'm loaded feelin' myself
Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up
Got that iron in here
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin' him
They know that he don't like them
This is a story all about how
A pistol totin' kid named YoungBoy grew up in the Nawf
Whole life in war, he got some money then he moved to Utah
But still ain't stop from the top the mountain, he skippin', knockin' shit out
Bitch, still with the clique and you know for shit, we don't switch
I put this ho' inside the trench, you try to diss Big Dump bitch, yeah
Four Loko with some Hennessy on drunk shit
Spray the whole crowd, I'm usin' my aim so don't try me, I assist
Perc' 30, bro brought Roxies
Bought all the dirty Roxies
My shoulder weak, the stock in
Got your bitch, don't know where I been
Pray that my city cleanin' murder cases
City players, outside prayin'
Hold up, think I see the pill man, I'm finna run off Xans
Uh, you know I like to dance
Stopped and watch me give it, yeah
Shawty, yeah, this lil' bitch said, she wanna have my extra leg
Hollow tips stuffed in the head
Cock it, pop this bitch, no stoppin'
I'm locked in, I count Ms, I spend about a thousand, yeah
Uh, uh
It's a parade inside my city, yeah, ass shakin', givin' head
Ain't no county product of the feds
Flag green, the cutters red
Now watch, I cut him like Sherhonda, yeah
I'm in this bitch, who want me dead?
Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah
Nah bitch, I'm loaded feelin' myself
Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up
Got that iron in hand
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin' him
They know that he don't like them
You don't wan' fuck with me, Slimeball so, call the cops
Girl, your plates off UC, we'll bang it out at the county call
Ten got three hoes, and bottom back from Valero
And FaceTime me on my phone
And let me watch while you take 'em down
Uh, yeah, you know I need a rachet bitch that be on rachet shit
With saggy tits
Fuck baggin' bitches, I don't need them ones
I don't give one fuck, I'm thuggin'
I love them hoes from out that north
Know them hoes out that north, they love me dollar
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm (get down)
Nigga tried to bust
Tried to get my shake back, know I'm rachet
Tried to get my shake back by my cousin, nigga
Huh, the fuck you mean?
Double cup muddy, movin', slash
Saw me on Plank Road, me and buster in the Cutlass, nigga
Uh, uh
It's a parade inside my city, yeah, ass shakin', givin' head
Ain't no county product of the feds
Flag green, the cutters red
Now watch, I cut him like Sherhonda, yeah
I'm in this bitch, who want me dead?
Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah
Nah bitch, I'm loaded feelin' myself
Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up
Got that iron in here
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin' him
They know that he don't like them