Lyrical Breakdown of So Sad - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Bone Thugs-n-Harmony weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "So Sad" 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 Bone Thugs-n-Harmony 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 Bone Thugs-n-Harmony's narrative.

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All these slimy grimy women, birthin children to make a livin So sad, you're so sad, you're so sad, you're so sad All these slimy grimy women, whirly women chasin millions Sad, you're so sad, you're so sad, you're so sad I got a lot of negative problems; I call 'em baby's mommas There be always drama cause they always callin Draggin me in and out of the courtroom, man How much is enough to support you, ma'am? Got a nigga in the jam I am, sittin in the cell with no bail But I got cash, man I tell y'all Women, playin the game birthin children to make a livin She don't need a 9-to-5 cause she workin the system Bitches! Grimy, nasty, old wicked-ass bitches Schemin and tryin to skeez on a real nigga Hold my baby ransom and tryin to get some advances But before I give you half Miss, I go to jail and chance it (yeah) You golddiggin hoes get nothin, nathan, nada You're lucky if I even holla It's so sad, it's so sad, it's so sad, it's so sad All these slimy grimy women, birthin children to make a livin So sad, you're so sad, you're so sad, you're so sad All these slimy grimy women, whirly women chasin millions Sad, you're so sad, you're so sad, you're so sad Better watch it boy, sneaky bitches, grimy bitches Down for takin, stickin all these bitches nigga listen Hoes'll get you fucked up, some of 'em like to cut shit Some of 'em think they smart, I'm knockin Bitches have you locked up, and it's fucked up Shit, we gotta have that ass, and it's no love Mamis just be at that stash, tryin to get me Pop one in and now she got my ass for 18, she got my cash Now the people in my business, gotta pay up (pay up) Or it's on, I'm gone, while the slut lays up But naw, naw dawg, I can't see myself bein broke Or trippin 'bout no broad, dawg (hell naw) If in fact, if it's mine give it back One-two-three-fo', baby daddy's past mistakes Gotta pay for that share, I'm 'bout the garbage-ass kids Let me catch another nigga, leave that bitch! All these slimy grimy women, birthin children to make a livin So sad, you're so sad, you're so sad, you're so sad All these slimy grimy women, whirly women chasin millions Sad, you're so sad, you're so sad, you're so sad See I was brought up on the side of the tracks With the roaches and the rats Brats, big grimy bitches approaches niggaz with the gats Out to rob ya, out to get ya, nigga livin is a gamble Bitches settin niggaz up, with their baby mama scandal Women these days worse than fiends in the 80's Tryin to collect all the welfare, havin about ten babies Shady, shiesty women, they might like me See a nigga with money and they think they might try me (I doubt it) Keep it movin baby, I'm the one that keep it player No matter how you fix your hair or how you shake your derriere I won't fuck it, trained not to love it She won't cut into my budget with kids playin the puppets It's a goddamn shame, America the great Give a nigga a case because my pockets ain't straight Look nigga, if you can't take care of your kids 'Cause these set-up grimy bitches tryin to use them to live, nigga All these slimy grimy women, birthin children to make a livin So sad, you're so sad, you're so sad, you're so sad All these slimy grimy women, whirly women chasin millions Sad, you're so sad, you're so sad, you're so sad All these slimy grimy women, birthin children to make a livin So sad, you're so sad, you're so sad, you're so sad All these slimy grimy women, whirly women chasin millions Sad, you're so sad, you're so sad, you're so sad