Lyrical Breakdown of I Should Have Used - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Should Have Used" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Big L weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Should Have Used" 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 Big L employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I shoulda used a rubber, before I went up in it And then ya monkey ass won't be sittin in a clinic Ayyo, one hot summer night after ballin hard I went to the phone booth with my callin card And called up Joel, yeah you know L I told her come to the crib, yo mother fuck a hotel She said she was gonna come at ten The bitch came, but one problem, she brought a friend You know I'm not a rude brother yo But I let Joel in and slammed the door on that other ho So we was sittin in the livin room kickin it And all I thought about was stickin it She was mean, cause you know I wouldn't fuck wit a sleazy ho Yo we was coolin, watching some TV show I was crackin sex jokes, tryin to get the puss' And this bitch was kickin scripts beatin round the bush Talkin bout rhyme for me L man fuck rhyming Cause my dick, is hard enough to cut diamonds I said, "I hope you ain't tryin to dick tease Ayyo, cause Big L's quick to tell a bitch leave." Ayyo my game started fuckin wit her head soon Next thing ya know we went straight to the bedroom I knocked the boots from New York to Santa Fe And that bitch burnt me like a gamma ray I caught a cab, on 139 & Lenox Ayyo, I took it to the neighborhood clinic Because she gave me gonorrhea Yo, I'mma kill that bitch, the next time that I see her (Repeat 2x) One afternoon I was cruising on the Westside Bumpin my system, lounging back in a fresh ride Hoes be hotter than a sauna So I put the system on max, and bumped my shit on the corner I saw this girl walkin by who was hype as hell She was mad point-blank, she was right for L But she tried to play me like a statue black I said, "Sweeheart whats your name?" "I gotta man," "I ain't ask you that." She said in order to be with me you gotta be rich You won't be able to switch, I said, "Fuck you bitch." Another girl walked by, I called her "Excuse me what's your name" "Lorraine, what's yours" Ayyo, game I kicked well I said honey my names Lamont, but I'm known as Big L I was looking smooth with the jewelry She said, "L's for Lamont, but what's the Big for?" "You'll see." Ayyo, my pockets was extra thick "So what you doin later, oh nothing, then lets catch a flick." Yeah, I bagged that ho well Took her to the triple M, movies, meal, and motel And when it comes to this I'm a professor I didn't molest her I caressed her, undressed her then sexed her But I must be getting older Cause I didn't put a helmet on my mother fucking soldier I started stickin up quick And the next time I took a leak A motherfuckin flame shot out my dick (Repeat 4x) Ayyo L these bitches be burnin' the dog shit outta niggas, know what I'm sayin'? Who you tellin' man? These bitches nowadays'd have a nigga dick drippin' lava You know what I'm sayin'? Ayyo, these bitches'll have a nigga, give a nigga's balls a heat rash or somethin' man Okay... Man fuckin' with these hoes without a rubber nowadays is like bungee jumpin' with a rope around your neck. That's like playin',, that's like playin' Russian roulette with a shotgun. Ayyo word, ayyo, ayyo man, fuck a rubber man, I'm a start puttin' balloons on my dick, dog, ayyo I'm a start puttin' suntan lotion on my dick or somethin'. Ayyo these bitches is triflin' dog. Ay I'm gettin' the fuck up out of here man Aight, let's bounce Aight