Lyrical Analysis of...

Rick Ross - Mafia Music

  1. Yeah
  2. I got a feelin nigga, really that my money be the root
  3. Look up at the stars, she like, "Honey, where the roof?"
  4. Pull up, hear the dogs, Canaries, they goin woof
  5. Even once had a job pourin' tar up on a roof
  6. Dat boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth
  7. So now when I menage and get massaged it's the proof
  8. Proof's in the pudding and that baking soda takin'
  9. Paper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked
  10. Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wendy Williams
  11. I flip my middle finger, I'm chillin' on twenty million
  12. The rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin' at the top
  13. These hoes so excited, so they catchin' every drop
  14. I'm dodgin' debacles like potholes in Jamaica
  15. We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the 'maicas
  16. Martin had a dream, Bob got high
  17. I still do both but somehow I got by
  18. Creflo prayed, Mike Vick paid
  19. Bobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight
  20. Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
  21. That Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light
  22. But who really cares? We just throw it in the air
  23. Celebratin' wealth, pourin' Moet in her hair
  24. Excuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed
  25. Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese
  26. That boy get salad, beef bowel movements
  27. BMWs on them big thangs lookin' foolish
  28. Shawty sittin low, big thangs poppin'
  29. Tip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton
  30. Shootin' at the cops, fuck one time
  31. I gave her to the block, I fucked one time
  32. We Boyz N The Hood and nigga you Lil' Tre
  33. Suppress ya appetite, we takin' ya lil' tray
  34. Love my handgun, but my choppa still the shit
  35. Banned in 1994 but I'm "2 Legit 2 Quit"
  36. 1996, kilos was the shit
  37. But that was better than roofin, that shit be bad fo' ya skin
  38. Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sin
  39. But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin
  40. Walked out on the gig and I turned to the streets
  41. Kept my name low key, I ain't heard from in weeks
  42. I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
  43. I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
  44. Motherfuck 'em all, they sweat from my balls
  45. If I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs
  46. Ten Maybachs everybody ridin' big
  47. I just sit back like 'Look what I did'
  48. Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
  49. Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business
  50. Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant
  51. People lookin' from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Conch
  52. Reincarnated, spirit of a G
  53. Beef I'll make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat
  54. A Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork
  55. You eat from the bowl, while your dog need a fork
  56. Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered in they coil
  57. I'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored (yeah!)
  58. We steppin' on you crew 'til them motherfuckers crush
  59. And makin' sweet love to every women dat ya lust
  60. I love to pay ya bills, can't wait to pay ya rent
  61. Curtis Jackson baby mama, I ain't askin' for a cent
  62. Burn the house down nigga, you gotta buy another
  63. Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker
  64. To another chapter, paper that I captured
  65. Caught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter
  66. Homicide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny
  67. Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
  68. I open up her mind by openin' bank accounts
  69. Deposit a hundred stacks, break up, won't take it out
  70. Baby that's a gift, maybe you could live
  71. I knew it wouldn't work but, I just like to give
  72. Used to run the street, young nigga bare feet
  73. Now I'm in the suites and I'm eatin' crab meats
  74. Ice so right, other rappers envy
  75. They callin' all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin' (whaaat?)
  76. Thinkin' 'bout Boss, not thinkin' 'bout them
  77. This a letter to my enemies. One I won't send. Amen
  78. They know

By Anonymous

LYRICAL GRADE

A-

RHYME DENSITY

0

RHYME LENGTH

1 syllable
2 syllables
3 syllables
4 syllables
5+ syllables
Rhyme Syllables

250

Total Syllables

897

Rhyming Lines

76/78

Unique Words

71%

Slang

9.2%

Profanity

3.5%

Avg. Syllables Per Word

1.4

Word Cloud

2 1994 1996 yeah feelin nigga really money root look up stars honey roof pull hear dogs canaries goin woof even once job pourin' tar dat boy hard facade it's truth now menage massaged proof proof's pudding baking soda takin' paper i'm makin' photos naked listenin' niggas whistlin' wendy williams flip middle finger chillin' twenty million rumors turn masturbatin' top hoes excited catchin' drop dodgin' debacles potholes jamaica cut down weed bury 'maicas martin dream bob high still both somehow creflo prayed mike vick paid bobby brown straight whitney lost weight kimbo slice pad write mayweather lookin' funny light cares throw air celebratin' wealth moet hair excuse weave bluest trunk full white car smell blue cheese salad beef bowel movements bmws big thangs foolish shawty sittin low poppin' tip glock crip compton shootin' cops fuck onetime gave block fucked one time boyz n hood lil' tre suppress ya appetite tray love handgun choppa shit banned legit quit kilos better roofin bad fo' skin ruthless lord knows sin thought future loops pin walked out gig turned streets kept name lowkey ain't heard weeks came wit strategy come mathematically city everybody mad motherfuck 'em sweat balls another album dawgs ten maybachs ridin' sit back 'look did' bow head beg forgiveness prayer business smokin' blunt restaurant people distance think daddy conch reincarnated spirit g i'll make thinner take seat eat farrakhan aura pause pork bowl dog need fork loyal snakes slithered coil laughin' cuz kill bored steppin' crew 'til motherfuckers crush sweet women lust pay bills can't wait rent curtis jackson baby mama askin' cent burn house gotta buy don't forget gas jealous stupid motherfucker chapter captured caught rapture gunshots laughter homicide humor stare cause know see open mind openin' bank accounts deposit hundred stacks breakup won't that's gift maybe live knew wouldn't work give used run street young bare feet suites eatin' crab meats ice right rappers envy callin' jewelers askin spendin' whaaat thinkin' 'bout boss letter enemies send amen

Profanity

nigga, niggas, fuck, fucked, shit, Niggas, Motherfuck, balls, motherfuckers, lust, motherfucker

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