Lyrical Breakdown of Whatta you know - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Whatta you know" 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 "Whatta you know" 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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(What did you know?) (What did you know?) (What did you know?) What did you know? The nigga stole my dough so I reached in the closet for the four-four (What did you know?) Jus' hold on, just wait a minute It's gone, along with my big bad nickel-plated What did you know? The fucker took my phone I still can't believe that he robbed my home! What did you know? I think he got to the herb and the ferial, and the jewelry, and the Mossberg What did you know? I can't find my keys to the six-five all the way live on D's What did you know? I can't find my Rolex with the 21 diamonds, shinin' on flecks What did you know? When I find that mark-ass nigga I'ma cut out his fuckin' heart! What did you know? I came up on this baller for the dollar and the weed sack, and his Impala! What did you think when you can't trust your so-called homie like me And you thought that you know me? What did you feel when you're lookin' in the closet And the gat's gone, and so is your cellular phone? What did you know? I took your loot and the jewels With the Buddha and the laptop in the nickel-plated tool! What did you know? Now I run the show With the phat pockets and the nigga's fly gold What did you think, when ya ass gets jacked By a homie who was supposed to have your back? What did you know? I'm rollin' in my zone And I think I see the puto who rigged my home (What did you think?) I got the Glock in the glove Should I dump on the man, leave him lying in the mud? What did you know? He pulled out my four-four Now I got no choice, so I let it all flow (What did you know?) The motherfucker's all blastin' four-five equal, in time for some tractions (What did you know?) Slide action, no question 45 slug is bad for your complexion (What did you know?) The puto's cryin' like a bitch Now the puto's lyin' in a fuckin' ditch! (What did you know?) You can't even trust your fuckin' best homeboy these days, homes (What did you know?) You got to sleep with one nine fuckin' open (What did you know?) Payback's a motherfuckin' bitch! (What did you know?) That puto should've watched his fuckin' back (What did you know?) (What did you know?) (What did you know?)