Lyrical Breakdown of 23 Latin Thugs - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "23 Latin Thugs" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Cypress Hill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "23 Latin Thugs" 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 Cypress Hill 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 Cypress Hill's narrative.

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Don't be like, uh, a Cubano Be like? stoned marijuano Esta capitan pingolete Swing is here with the force of a machete Kick mad lingo from Spain to Tijuana Real hijo de puta homeboy ask yo mama No me importa pinga mi niña All I wanna know que 'ta bueno cinga Don't be scared echate pa' ca What's the play dog homeboy goin' on Nias O.G. straight veterano Master the Spanglish style encojonao Y'all fools know aqui no se juega Don't act a fool y no rompa las reglas We bien crazy ass asesino Get your guns ready aqui viene peligro Salte con tego Llegaron los mero mero Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero Los Angeles, como arriba, andale Prende la mota, pero lo que quiero es cule Salte con tego Llegaron los mero mero Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero Los Angeles They call me papi chulo You know I'm puro I never fade away You see me comin' get your ass runnin I know you hate away Hit the leño harder than most niggaz you idolize Get it started quicker and hit you before you try to hide Latin thug roll deep pandillero Puro Los Angeles South side ghetto Carpet, car black y perro loco Keep an eye on that fiend, porque yo me la cojo 'E pingado, poca lita Saco mi pinga y me singo la pista Can't get enough of them L.A. skonka Get a little wild y me como la chocha Listen up compa the big cypress loma Still right here y todavia te controla This ain't no Telemundo special The homies that I roll with for real will come wet you Hey who the fuck is that Otro negro loco, daddy Y necolado, uno de lo pato malo Mucha mucha bala pa' los raton e desmaya Que moriran seguro sin faya I ain't neva scared you heard Otro bobo, esta jodienda yo la controlo Vete manso, vete easy, quedate vivo Como quiera que te ponga lo que hay es castigo Soy vivo latino, pistola, cuchillo Pa' defendenlo de los enemigos Esto son maligno, no tienen tiqueta ni singo Pero to dicen lo mismo Siiiimon, Tegon, el de pajon, ese si que un cabron Un majon, blastin' all these motherfuckers Envidiosos, sapos y chotas Tirale pa' la cabeza, si se va, no regresa Eh pa' que suban y ja sepa Otro mas, de circulacion se va papa Y no lloro y ni la mama