Lyrical Breakdown of For My Niggaz And Bitches - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "For My Niggaz And Bitches" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 2Pac weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "For My Niggaz And Bitches" 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 2Pac 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 2Pac's narrative.
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Yeah!
Don't stop (once again, once again)
West Coast after shop (c'mon)
West Coast
Now all my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
For all my bitches and my niggas (we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck)
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga
See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga
Who am I?
Do or die (yo)
So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet
The loc-est 21-year-old nigga that's on this planet
Take it for granted, if ya wanna, because I'm gonna
Grab my strap then clear the corner, biatch
So all my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air
To all my niggas and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air
Now on a one, two, three who could it be
Coming with a grip of gangsta shit for '93
So '94's arrived nigga, back on up
And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up
Now can't nobody see me here or there
Wherever I bails, I put it down all around
'Cause ain't shit for sale in the Coupe
With the beat flossin' off, gold D's
And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean
And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap
In your ass, for getting us all fucked up
Now check it, it's a calling for niggas like Doggs
Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin' like hoes
(Yes y'all) other Doggs (yes y'all) yiggy y'all
Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball
I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this
Now how many bitches must get dicked?
Before they say, okay, Daz that nigga from back in the day
Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin' with Dr. Dre
But I grips mics, I rips mics in half
Hoes be coming to my flat so I can tap that ass
So all my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air
To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air