Lyrical Breakdown of Fuck You - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Dr. Dre weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Fuck You - Instrumental" 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 Dr. Dre 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 Dr. Dre's narrative.

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Hi baby, I know you're under a lot of pressure at your work and all And I do understand, you have no idea how much I understand But you also don't have any idea how much I love you I love you so much, I think about you, I feel you in my arms I miss you, I miss you terribly I've just always wanted someone like you in my life I love you so much, that I'd do anything, I'd do anything I'll be your perfect woman for you I just wanna fuck bad bitches All them nights I never had bitches Now I'm all up in that ass bitches Mad at 'cha boyfriend, ain't 'cha? You'se a bad girl, gotta spank ya Gotta thank ya for that head clinic Explicit, hella photogenic And tell your friends where the dick's at Where they can get hit and won't get back to they soul mate Before you kiss 'em use Colgate She swallowed it! Yeah the bitch took the whole eight And ran with it, then let Mel-Man hit it And Hit the Man hit it; damn bitches Man, this is what I'm talkin' about Chicken-head, chicken-fed, with a dick in your mouth Out and about with your nigga like it never took place (Airtouched) Next time you need a taste I just wanna fuck you No touchin' and rubbin' girl, you got a husband who loves you Don't need you all in mine I just wanna fuck you We can't be kissin' and huggin' girl, you got a husband who loves you You need to give him your quality time You got the number, it's on you to make the call You know I cum quick, help you re-decorate your walls Cut your backyard, don't have to act hard to get the cock And if I'm goin' too far, I take it out and wipe it off And put it back up, and keep going You tryin' to hide it from your husband but I know he be knowin' That your pussy's been tampered with Did you show him the new trick of How you can make it smoke a cancer stick You be workin' it like a dancer bitch, it's hard on me Not to give you all of my time, that you want You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed I'd rather spend my mornin' diggin' through some records instead But, tonight, I guess it'd be aight if we can touch bases -Up somewhere and exchange some fuck faces I know your man's lookin' for ya, he's always tryin to run ya Don't worry bout me handcuffin' girl cause I just wanna fuck witchu Fuck witchu On the sneak tip, on some creep shit So whatcha gon' do, ya freak bitch? You, actin', like you don't do dicks That's the kinda bitch I hate fuckin' with "Baby was a virgin" that's what she said So I gave her some Hennesey, she gave me some head I fucked her on the flo', so I wouldn't mess up my bed Then lil' half dead put his dick on her head Take that bitch home, and give her a bone And give her the number to my cellular phone Man, she blowin' up my pager, the shit's gettin' major A favor for a favor, this dick is what I gave her Somethin' to go by, and bitches know why Stuff dick in they mouth, and then I'm out (See ya!) Twenty-fo' seven, Dre, Snoop, and Devin We servin' these hoes, and never lovin' these hoes, beotch! I just wanna fuck you No touchin' and rubbin' girl, you got a husband who loves you Don't need you all in mine I just wanna fuck you We can't be kissin' and huggin' girl, you got a husband who loves you You need to give him your quality time