Juicy
Lyrics
Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers That told me I'd never amount to nothin' To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' In front of that called the police on me when I was just tryin'full lyrics...
Features Of This Song
hardcore rap influenceexaggerated enunciation
east coast rap roots
gangsta rap attitude
r&b influences
a knack for catchy hooks
danceable beats
rhythmically complex rapping
gritty vocal style
upbeat lyrics
cash obsessed lyrics
the use of chordal patterning
use of tonal harmonies
light drum fills
dark & deep beats
a tight kick sound
acoustic drum samples
an electric bass riff
subtle electric piano riffs
the heavy use of R&B samples
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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