Lyrical Breakdown of Let's Get High - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Let's Get High - 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 "Let's Get High - 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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All these niggaz and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck All these niggaz and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck All these niggaz and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck All these niggaz and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck Talkin' that, walkin' that, spittin' at hoes Smokin' this, drinkin' that, gettin' at hoes Fuck this I'm hittin' that I'm hittin' 'em both Have one ridin' dick, one lickin' my toes When I'm lovin' these hoes there ain't no love involved No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bear britches Rare bitches like to pose in them black tail pictures Bitch jumped off my dick (Is that Dre over there?) Yeah, I just took some ecstasy Ain't no tellin' what the side effects could be All these fine bitches equal sex to me Plus I got this bad bitch layin' next to me No doubt, sit back on the couch Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out Come on let's get high (High) Let's get high (High) Come on let's get high (High) Let's get high, all my ladies Let's get high (High) High (High) Let's get high (High) Come on let's get high I make the four hop, pull up at the spot Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel Stompin' in the party, Kurupt, Young Gotti I'm fuckin' somethin' in this bitch, hit 'em with some gangsta shit Put somethin' in your mouth bitch real tasty I'm lookin' real sauce in my gangsta-ass Stacys Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an' Got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncin' Bouncin' Yo whattup Scruncho? Mel-Man what's crackin'? Wassup wit all these ol' punk ass hoes in here? Nigga what? I'm a hustlin' bitch I like them get rich niggaz, them hit the switch niggaz Niggaz bout the sex and which bitch to hit next While I'm kickin' my game and collectin' them checks Got all y'all niggaz vexed to fuck this triple-X rated hoe You say you ain't eat it, you ate it though And uh, Roq don't stop, can't be droppin' no drawers To the niggaz how you figure got you shittin' in yours Yeah, little dicks always runnin' they mouth While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out All you bitches up in here know what I'm talkin' about Get the loot, get the ice, fuck the wife, no doubt Tryin' to live lavish, marry a big dick and stay cavi Holla back at them niggaz that hollered at me Pop the Cris', whip the six and shit And have all y'all niggaz limp when I twist my shit Yeah, bitch ass niggaz