Lyrical Breakdown of Round Here - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Round Here" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 50 Cent weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Round Here" 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 50 Cent employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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[50 Cent]
It ain't good to do good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
It ain't good to do good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
Everybody know that
[Verse 1]
Doin good in front of niggas in the hood cause problems
Tre 8's, tre pounds and 4 4's
I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth shit
Your man gangsta? Me too
Go on and get em bitch
I just bought new toast to spit
Next nigga gettin gully gettin laid out quick
Whatever ribs you touchin niggas is gettin hurt
Cause a broke nigga always down to put it in work
Don't run up on me, I don't know you nigga
So what you bought my cd, I don't owe you nigga
I know you love the way the goutti beat bump
Got ya license plate rattlin all over your trunk
I confuse these chumps with my style dog
I'm from Queens but I'm mother fuckin B.K. hard
I sound like I move bricks uptown
More like a thug from the Bronx who stay with a 4 pound
Shook nigga (shook nigga, shook nigga)
I'm a Guiness Book nigga
[Chorus 1x]
We don't play that pussy shit, Round Here
You can get your fuckin wig split, down here
Don't go repin' where you come from too much aRound Here
You can get your fuckin cap peel't (queens nigga)
[Chorus 1x]
We don't play that pussy shit, Round Here
You can get your fuckin wig split, down here
Don't go repin' where you come from too much aRound Here
You can get your fuckin cap peel't (brooklyn)
[Verse 2]
If I can't get my gun in the club, why whould I come in the club
So them niggas I done stuck up could cut me the fuck up, nah
I'm outside to jump off in a benz jeep
4 deep strapped with all kinds of heat
Niggas think they want beef
They don't want beef
They find out that somebody they love layin in the street
When you rap, keep it gangsta dog it's all good
Just don't go poppin that shit in the wrong hood
Where I'm from the young boy, come and try ya nigga
Shells will have ya feel like your on fire nigga
If you thinkin we thristy cuz, we right
We lookin at your watch and chain like that's a S-type
Promoter sayin don't play 50 in the club
Last time it came on niggas tore the shyt up (what)
I don't know where you from and I don't care
But nigga we don't play that pussy shit Round Here
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3]
The only spanish I know is con-yo calla te la boca puta
No ingles, No ingles, mother fuckers will shoot ya
The Latin Kings don't like me, I don't care
We don't talk that mira mira bullshit Round Here
Man, I done so much dirt in the hood
Niggas heard I got shot they was all sayin good (good for em)
Fuck ya'll, ya aint got to like me
I'm gettin knocked, ya'll nigga aint got to like me
I'm on the same bullshit I been on
It's the same bullshit ya niggas need to get on
Ya shit sound too commercial
Come cruisin through the hood mother fuckers will hurt ya
You should know when and when not to flash jewels
Cause niggas will run up on ya'll fools and flash tools
They want the money, the watch, and you tenis shos
I aint gotta tell ya not to move
Ya know the rules