Lyrical Breakdown of Who Do You Love - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Who Do You Love" 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 "Who Do You Love" 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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Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Ever since I was a young scrub
I was a thug on the corner with my niggaz slangin' drugs
I'm runnin' from the narcs when they pass by, don't ask why
I'm a hustler 'til my ass die
Even if I do come up, I be ready when they run up, huh
I'll be a nut to put my gun up, huh
I never trust these hoes at all
Fucking with them tramp ass sluts who suppose to fall
Since she played you for you money but the shit was cool
Guess it's true niggaz be bitches too
You can't see how she worked you, all up in her skirt
Now you looking like a jerk, 'cause she hurt you
Now heads up don't be a playa hater
Just peep game keep your mind on your money watch the bitch change
See hoes love thugs, and thugs love loot
Hand it over motherfucker before I shoot
Who do you love?
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Tell me, who do you love?
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Who do you love?
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Tell me, who do you love?
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
I'm livin' that
Thug life baby, steady smokin' Indo goin' crazy
Baby come and hug me when you rub me, turn the lights down
We in the dark, do you love me?
Everyboy's talkin' 'bout they know me
But they ain't down like my motherfucking homies
Tell me what you need when you, see me
And we can get it on biatch take it easy
Don't try to hold me, control me
But you can take my number, baby call me when you lonely
'Cause it's a mans world, ain't no need to ask why
I'm high till I die, and strapped with my forty-five
'Cause you can loose it in the gutter
I wonder if I die by the hands of another broke motherfucker
They call me the alcoholer I'm all in, thug for life nigga ballin'
I'm gettin' tired of these hoes tryna play me
You can't fade me, me and my niggaz goin' crazy
All day long I'm straight thuggin', and contantly mean muggin'
Breakin' the bitches that be buggin'
Tell me, who do you love?
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Tell me, who do you love?
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Who do you love?
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Tell me, who do you love?
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Who do you love?