Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Window Shopper’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Ohh!
The top feel so much better than the bottom
So much better
Ja you’s a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you’s a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin’ at shit you can’t buy
Joe you’s a window shopper
In the dealership tryin to get a test drive
Nas you’s a window shopper
Mad as f*ck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I’m on the grind, let my paper stack but I’m filthy
It’s funny how niggas get to screw-facin’ at me
Anyhow they ain’t got the heart to get at me
I’ll get down, Southside’s the hood that I come from
So I don’t cruise through nobody ‘hood without my gun
They know the kid ain’t gon’ for all that bullshit
Try and stick me, I’mma let off a full clip
It ain’t my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up?
Everybody mad when they paper don’t stack right
But when I come around y’all niggas better act right
When we got the tops… down, you can hear the systems thump
Nigga when we rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Shut ya block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
Nigga when we rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Ja you’s a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you’s a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin’ at shit you can’t buy
Joe you’s a window shopper
In the dealership tryin to get a test drive
Nas you’s a window shopper
Mad as f*ck when you see me ride by
Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at LAX and I hop in
Now when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spittin G at a bitch like a pimp, mane
Tell her, “Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang.”
She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose
Then we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
Then she can run and tell her best friend ’bout my sex game
Then her best friend could potentially be next, mane
Listen mane, shit…changed, I came up, I’m doin my thang
Homey I’m holdin’, holdin’, holdin’
Oh shit mane, the store owner watchin’ you
Before somethin’ get stolen, stolen, stolen
Ja you’s a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you’s a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin’ at shit you can’t buy
Joe you’s a window shopper
In the dealership tryin to get a test drive
Nas you’s a window shopper
Mad as f*ck when you see me ride by