letz talk abt gucci mane

HI i'm really late here but OMG the burrprint is kind of astonishing. "my shadow" is fucking nuts. the beat on "foreign"!

it is the reason that i haven't got round to the cold war mixtapes yet.

i think this is the best verse on all of burrprint - first verse from "trap goin crazy"

JACQUES did a good job with the transcription & i got the part that he couldn't figure out

atlanta put your fingers up, bangin' like a center
my diamond niggas swingin like the thriller in manilla
index look like christmas, pinky cold as winter
see the frozen crystals when i hit the cigarillo
remember i'm a genius, nah like washington a wizard
not from pittsburgh, pa but your girl i might just steeler
in my red ferrari, sittin on spinners, tinted windows
blinkin like a blinker, on the seats are my initials
probably see me, you could see me, with this puerta rican groupie
blue bikini, if you like 'em cheatin'? cause i'm trick or treatin'
sittin on skinnys in my lambourghini while you dream of genie
as i'm leanin and my carats gleamin and the sun is beamin

here is the second verse

the red dog rollin so it's hotter than a sauna
all the boys and girls gotta get up off the corner
feds got ya picture hangin, probly snitchin on ya
baby momma bitchin and she wishin that ya fumble
pounds in the trash bag tell me what's the number
pills in the napsack, chickens in the hummer
trap house bunkin i done made another hunned
you better count your money cuz it's christmas in december
180 greasy will have you outside in a bummer
the middle of july i make it winter in the summer
cocaina clean it got it snowin like nebraska
and zone 6 east atlanta man we call the shit alaska

here's the third verse

i'm in the kitchen homie whippin up a deuce
niggas lookin sick i call it chicken noodle soup
chickens in the living room, we call it the chicken room
birds everywhere it's lookin like atlanta zoo
pounds in the stash bag, chickens in the coupe
birds like a pet shopper, pigeons on the roof
workin with the fork turnin one into a two
how these niggas snitchin you gotta watch out for your crew
spy me on 285 im slidin round the loop
if you want to smoke holla at me for the fruits
if you want the x holla at me for a few
i'm standin over pies like your momma cookin food

best song on the mixtape IMO

here are some of the ones from upthread that weren't labeled

second verse of "my shadow" (a lot of this is iffy)

i got [??] under my polo, i'm out on promo
i got these tear drops under my izz-eye don't make it one mo
and i had kilos, one for the two-oh that was like oh-fo
i had drizzle, yup bags of smizzoke, but keep it low-low
can't tell the po-po i'm friends with fizzle cuz that's a no-no
smoke this guido, me and my vatos, but yous a bozo
my fans so loyal, down till i blizzow, this shit like white coke
i got candy... paint on my cell phone, your shit from mako
i'm out the tizzop, connect the dizzots, i'm bendin legos
and this shizzam just like a waffle, i call em eggos
i'm got those hundos off in my pocket, a stupid bank roll
and if you try me, the coroner gon wrap ya, just like a egg roll

― kushighway (J0rdan S.), Saturday, October 10, 2009 12:43 PM (1 week ago) Bookmark

third verse of "my shadow"

tryin to fill my shoes is like an armless man with chopsticks
got a dark brown soft top bentley, chocolate
i'm so mach 6, homeboy you so not shit
playin free, y'all cant touch me, but you're not it
i'm on fire, steaming hot, i could boil grits
jet li with the shoes, gucci rockin new kicks
ATLien, baby girl let's have a moon date (<<---- lol wtf @ this)
got 8 bedrooms i'm dyin for a roommate
i was home schooled, i didn't have a schoolmate
sike! i went to trap school, 60k in 12th grade
sike! i'm a millionaire but cellmate, well great
like a junkie cravin crack so i'm in kitchens all day

― kushighway (J0rdan S.), Saturday, October 10, 2009 12:49 PM (1 week ago) Bookmark

first verse of "i think i want her"

yall ball when yall can but i stunt when i wanna
your girlfriend wanna fuck me... i think we're gonna
marijuana got my beemer foggy as a sauna
i'm gucci mane la flare bitch i'm such a prima donna
i'm east atlanta shawty but i hang where i wanna
got a plug in arizona but used to slang on the corner
got a [??] lookin chick i ride her like winona
i'ma text my city plenty when she come from california
you are not the owner of that car that is a loaner
got money stacks as tall as you cuz that's just my persona
i got half a million on my neck so try me if you wanna
keep a shooter with a chopper turn you to an organ donor

― kushighway (J0rdan S.), Saturday, October 10, 2009 1:05 PM (1 week ago) Bookmark

second verse of "i think i want her"

my flow so schizophrenic that i think i need a straight jacket
straight drop dope flow, put me in a crack baggie
old school, like a 1960 cadillac
i'm wearin one in every hood that's why these niggas swagger jack (well damn!)
you not in my league, nowhere close to my tax bracket
brick squad charm bout the same size as a tennis racket
thirty ratchet i'm totin my jeans got my pants saggin
don't let yo girlfriend get me back and now the bitch braggin
rims to the watch and to the watch, hat to the shoes, matchin
since i'm gucci mane might as well buy her some new glasses
everybody still lookin at me when my vette passes
brick squad CEO i guarantee the check cashin

― kushighway (J0rdan S.), Saturday, October 10, 2009 1:17 PM (1 week ago) Bookmark

first verse of "frowney face"

tried to wet me up, shot up my truck in east atlanta
wanna set me up because i treat this nigga in savannah
they put some money on my head i had to move to alabama
started pumpin with my cousin mixin caine with arm & hammer
somebody bloodied my face badly my last visit to the slammer
but they put me in the hole because i beat him like a hammer
they shooter shot my nigga juice a couple times over by gresham
wish i went there just to help him, he pushed on so i respect him
the ?? the fortune and the fame deep in the game me and my gang
behind the rush to get my record they tried to murk me for my chain
put tear drops under my eye cuz sometimes i wish i could cry
but to lose my self respect my nigga i would rather die

― kushighway (J0rdan S.), Saturday, October 10, 2009 1:26 PM (1 week ago) Bookmark

second verse of "foreign"

lamborghini orange, yeah that bitch foreign
you all ready know it cost a leg and arm
me and dub flowin, a hundred twenty cash
touch one button, the roof turn into nothin
whole lotta currency, bass so busy
hizzy, hizzy, cartier the lenses
girlfriend foreign, i don't like domestic
everything imported, [??] against it
japanese charm, shorty talk foreign, probly just soarin
million cash months, pockets got mumps, speed bump humps
pull up in a foreign, only made once

― kushighway (J0rdan S.), Saturday, October 10, 2009 1:48 PM (1 week ago) Bookmark

first verse of "foreign"

i bought another car, but i don't really need it
each is 50,000, i guess i'm being greedy
you make the cake and eat it, i don't think you see it
girlfriend don't believe it, your money is anemic
my money is a beast, but i am not conceited
my squad pulled out them choppers
and your squad retreated, like michael jackson "beat it"
my crib you need to leave it
i just wanted a quicky(?), my nigga called me heathcliff
gucci very geeky by the chief that he be peefin
like girls who likin women, it's just the life i'm livin
i text your girlfriend nello(?), she called back i said "hello"
she said she wanna go out, i said let's check my schedule

"no no no" - kinda love this song. i think it's a good example of how gucci can do typically boring girl songs. for one the beat is really cool, but he finds this nice & easy & bouncy flow that is playful & nonchalant and matches the tone of the song right. and the verses are kind of humorous and i like that he basically picks one syllable for each bar and goes off from there

you know a nigga street, vacation for a week
we sexin on the beach and i ain't talkin bout the drink
open doors for her when i take her out to eat
i'm rollin up a sweet while she massage a nigga feet
lil shawty so fine, i got her sippin wine
i tell her i don't treat but she be knowin a nigga lyin
[??] can't stand me, they can't understand me
while they hoes hoppin i got her shoppin in miami
everything g, her french cost bout a g
her bag a couple grand and they compliments from me
see i could be the king, and she could be my queen
and we could be a team and fulfill each other's dreams
love the way she talk, love the way she walk
i'm always on her mind and she always in my thoughts
i got her at the house, we blowin on an ounce
i'm cookin dinner for her tonight we aint goin out

the second verse is lol for many reasons, i will post it here

no wonderbra, she got monster juggs
like a porn star, nice ass, nice jaw
[??] so i'm bringin my entourage
buy the bar and bust a gun and put it in the air
if you're down with gucci gucci tell your boy that i'm the flare
girl so fine, just look at her stare
million worth of ice on, no need to compare
your jeweler is a loser, i think mine need a cooler
more chains than rick the ruler, for breakfast got to sicily
wake up eat lunch in italy, buy you all kinda iced out ornaments
lil trap boys do that normally

i guess i like this song because the whole tape is pretty dark & hard and this one is just kinda breezy but it's not bad

started off as friends, and now we got a plan
i call her on her cellular and she callin me her man
let's go to japan, maybe even france
spend a hundred grand, overseas we holdin hands
gucci, louis, prada, it doesn't even matter
spoil her like my daughter so she love me like her father
cruisin the atlantic, isn't it romantic
spaghetti strap dress, she ain't wearin panties
sex her on the couch, freak her on the sink
i think, tomorrow, i might go buy her a mink

you know a nigga street, vacation for a week
we sexin on the beach and i ain't talkin bout the drink
open doors for her when i take her out to eat
i'm rollin up a sweet while she massage a nigga feet
lil shawty so fine, i got her sippin wine
i tell her i don't cheat but she be knowin a nigga lyin
her friends can't stand me, they can't understand me
while the hoes hoppin i got her shoppin in miami
everything g, her french cost bout a g
her bag a couple grand and they compliments from me
see i could be the king, and she could be my queen
and we could be a team and fulfill each other's dreams
love the way she talk, love the way she walk
i'm always on her mind and she always in my thoughts
i got her at the house, we blowin on an ounce
i'm cookin dinner for her tonight we aint goin out

― brrrmuda triangle (J0rdan S.), Tuesday, October 20, 2009 5:46 PM (1 hour ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

i think this is the best verse on all of burrprint - first verse from "trap goin crazy"

yeah i been saying this, jaw drops every time i hear it

i'm sure this would be pretty innocuous to everyone except the most indebted gucci stans, but i love this part of the third verse of "trap goin crazy"

spy me on 285 i'm slidin round the loop

the verbal trickery of spy/285/slide almost seems like second nature to his raps now, like he just naturally speaks in successive rhyme.

here are some possible edits for foreign because it is far and away my fav. song from burrprint. i must've listened like 200 times last week. actual lol at 'my niggas call me heathcliff'. def some things to holes in verses 2 and 3 tho. plz fill in if you can

the shoes on my feet they're foreign, foreign
pull up at the club in a foreign, foreign
girl ridin with me foreign, foreign
overseas tourin, foreign, foreign
foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
haters mad cause they life borin, borin
imported champagne is foreign, pourin
amsterdam kush loud orange, orange
foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
the shoes that i'm wearin they're foreign, foreign
girl ridin' with me foreign, foreign
overseas tourin, foreign, foreign

i bought another car, but i don't really need it
lease is 50,000, i guess i'm being greedy
you made the cake and eat it, i do not think you see it
girlfriend don't believe it, your money is anemic
my money is obese, and i am not conceited
my squad pulled out them choppers
and your whole squad retreated, like michael jackson "beat it"
my crib you need to leave it
i just wanted a quicky, my neck a couple hickeys
gucci very picky bout the chief that he be piffin
like girls who likin women, it's just the life i'm livin
i text your girlfriend nello, she called back i said "hello"
she said she wanna go out, i said let's check my schedule

lamborghini orange, yeah that bitch foreign
ya already know it cost a leg and an arm
bmdub floorin, hundred twenty cash
touch one button, the roof turn into nothing
whole lotta currencies:
pesos, ?, yenses, yenses,
party of the lenses?
girlfriend foreign, i don't like domestic
everything imported, italy, you guessed it
japanese tourin, shorty talk foreign
private jet soarin, million cash months
pockets got mumps, speed bump humps
pull up new foreign, they only made one

he probably wanna rob me, probably
his girlfriend wanna jock me, obviously
gucci mane strapped up, nigga that's obviously
obviously these niggas ain't hard as me, probably
probably niggas just copy, watch me
like kobe? man cause they can't stop me
block me, no they can't stop lil shorty
they didn't know that they can't stop lil shorty
overconfident, i'm so fucking rich
swag on overload, jump on off and break the bitch
so original, i'm so debonair
look at me now ma so professional gucci!

trying to hold off on really concentrating on cold war until this weekend when i can get hi and give all 3 their due. can't wait.

lovin "timmy" right now -- def a track to convert the yet-to-be-converted, at least trad rap stans who like a 'story' song so they can praise storytelling abilities lol

I really dig when Zaytoven is used for this effect (as in "timmy") -- where its like this nu-southern rza, giving things a kind of rundown technoid noir that really gives the mood a way more visceral & current & relevent feel than i get from, like, the new raekwon

in some ways, "timmy" is closer to early wu tang (like "Gold") in the way its evocativeness feels very spontaneous & rugged & real, where rae's new one, as great as it is, feels much more rehearsed & fill-in-the-blanks

i'm pretty confident that

"party of the lenses?"

is "cartier the lenses"

http://alotsneaker.com/Bimages/2009061809464373499.jpg

i love the verses on "trap going crazy" but there's something awkward about that hook that bugs me. sounds like a rush job deliverywise, i suspect it's a first take or something. any of you know who raps the third verse on "excuse me"? it's my favourite song on the tape and there's no guest listed but that last verse sure don't sound like gucci to these ears:

i'm in the bank making depos
while ya'll be gettin repo'd
i'm zero zero zero comma zero after zero

does he have a song called "Timmy" too or is deej just so close to "Timothy" now that he's on a nickname basis with the song?

that depos/repo'd verse is definitely gucci

xp to ship - lol yes deej is on nickname basis with the song

re: "trap goin crazy" - "see the frozen crystals when i hit the cigarillo" is maybe my favorite image that he's painted ever

also a slight correction to my transcription of the third verse

"180 greasy will have you outside in a bummer" is actually " will have you outside in a bundle"

personally i think the chorus is dope, i think the linear progression of it is very natural & sensical & flows really well in a manner that is kind of hard to quantify in a catchy chorus. i mean obv that's because of the thurs-sun narrative but still.

"see the frozen crystals when i hit the cigarillo" -> yessssssss

gucci mane & drumma boi - follow me (off guccimerica)

my chain is really stupid but my swag is real retaaarded
im shittin on all these haters like im rappin on the toiiilet
my wordplay is unique, its so sweet that i keep a cavity
yo money is petite, my money defies laws of gravity
so quarantine the studio cuz gucci got a sick flow
sicker than tuberculosis, i keep spittin these cancer verses
so please give me a cancer stick cuz i just fucked all over ya
my lunch they cost me half a brick cuz we ate in cambodia
made seven million after taxes
guess yall just have to practice
see the world through gucci glasses
yep, i said gucci glasses
and if i had no daddy then that mean id be a bastard child
my pistol'll whip you like ya daddy
i'll smoke you like a black n mild

my flow so super-sweet, every verse i get a cavity
drop me so deep off in yo girl yo girlfriend wanna marry me
mind so fuckin sick that they quarantine the studio
the diamonds in my ear clearer than a shot of julio
gucci mane la flare got beef like hardees
if grandaddy was livin i would buy grandad a harley
i am not a role model, like Charles Barkley
yes i am a role model, everybody follow me
follow me,
follow me,
everybody follow me,
Obama called me yesterday and told me gucci follow cool
follow me,
follow me,
everbody follow me
and if you wanna be a leader i suggest you follow me

nothing like a wise man,
im fixed on the prize man
and if i told you you was dope than i would be a lyin man
fire than the fire man
hotter than the frying pan
and you would never see me homie, its like you a blind man
i started my own label cause i am my own man
you niggas are not a label
yall too fuckin old, man
go pick up some ol cats
then pick up my ol facts
then pick up my ol albums, study me and learn man
gucci got a old soul
but he got that new swag
jumpin out his rolls royce
flexin on yall broke ass
i just got some mo problems cuz i got some mo cash
i just been out four months,
caught up with ya, blown past

[chorus again]

[??] wrist a hundred k, my white wrist two hundred thou
my necklace cost 500 crack, earrings cost me 60 pack
20 on this pinkie baby where we at? 900 man
hundred cash for pocket change so ima rock a million
so icey's a army and you just a civilian
seats are all reptilian, my girlfriend is sicilian
if i said i wasnt the best
id be lying to ya
if you asked me to be honest,
i would say that im the truth
im the truth
im the truth
just like my neice she snaggle-toothed
but still she so stupid-cute
you ask her she say i'm the truth
hear the verse so fuckin sick they quarantine the vocal booth,
my auntie told me go home get rest, water and a lotta soup
guuucciiii

[chorus]

all my boys tote choppers so yo best bet robbin armored trucks
georgia boys dont give a fuck well take you and well tie you up

chop you up? lol memory

he's definitely more jocular & comical on a lot of the cold war tracks - probably a mix of them fucking around in the studio & just wanting a different mood/vibe coming off the burrprint

still can't get passed burrprint tbh - hoping to dig in to cold war later this week/this weekend

it's so lol to me on the intro to "trap goin crazy" when drama is like YALL SEEN ME MATURE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES

like no, you are just a disembodied voice that brings mad lols with your self-imposed nicknames. same as always dude.

in my red farrari sittin on spinners, tinted windows

even tho it's ostensibly a song about flossing, "trap goin crazy" has such an overwhelming sense of doom & that's why i think the second verse is so key to the song

MY FLOW HAS BEEN FROSTBIT
HATERS WISHED I LOST IT

EVER SINCE A YOUNGSTER
MY RHYMES HAVE BEEN BONKERS
I DESERVE AN ENCORE

i don't have to bore her, financially support her
he do all that lame stuff, i just keep it gangsta

what are the opening lines of the second verse of "excuse me"

i pull in zomba(?), he pulls up in honda
[??] garden state but mine's an anaconda

wrist like the arctic, my neck is like a jungle
wardrobe full of animals my closet's like the congo
motor is a monster, trunk is a gorilla
ask me where my top is at, i left it with the dealer

<3 this so much

a Pagani Zonda:

http://www.sportscarcup.com/cars/pagani-zonda-f.jpg

TRYIN TO BE LIKE GUCCI MANE BUT HE DON'T HAVE A SWAG
HE NEEDS TO TAKE HIS JEWELRY OFF AND THROW IT IN THE TRASH

xp thank u sam

http://i42.tinypic.com/jgs7fb.jpg

that's not gonna end well

maxi pad diamonds on, redder than that bitch you have
taxi cab diamonds homie, yellow like my yellow lam
toni braxton diamonds on, black and pretty, shining baby
miley cyrus diamonds on, Caucasian cuz im not racist
pacific ocean diamonds on, blue like off the coast of cali
citrus-color carats on, like juiceman im straight for sun valley
shoulder lean, necklace on, pink stones like [???] be wearin
money color diamonds, same color as the cash i carry

song should be called 'inventory'

my lam is where the glock is
wrist is where the rocks is
kush so loud you can smell the shit in knoxville

sippin syrup with my girl from europe

goddamn the beat on 'n.e.r.d.'

i got a murda one, i just killed the parkin lot
decapitated bmw, i cut off the top

i think one of the unintroduced tensions in this stuff is the feeling that he's gonna eventually run out of ways to say stuff! like, look at how many images he 'burns' in just that diamonds hook i just quoted ... its like, you feel the need to hear it all cuz at some pt hes just simply gonna run out of ideas ... (admittedly this may be a more fan/obsessive perspective than casual fan one)

i think that too but then he writes a chorus like the one in "excuse me"

stuff like the multiple sweet=cavity lines make me feel like he's not that far off sometimes (although even as i say that "Follow Me" might my favorite song off these recent tapes)

Ummm, maybe he could talk about something other than cars, ice and women?

it seems like every few months he gets stuck on a few different words that populate his songs of that time and then he kind of moves off onto something else. on burrprint/cold war there are lots of uses of "sauna" & i don't think i remember him using "ornament" up until v recently.

not much to that except that maybe he's still got a bunch of words to fixate on and grow off of. kind of just an observation tho.