Lyrical Breakdown of Eazy E / Fat Girl - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Eazy E / Fat Girl" 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 "Eazy E / Fat Girl" 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.
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Fat girl
A fat girl
Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
Fat girl
Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
Fat girl
It's funky fresh Eazy E, new kid on the block
And already got a fat girl on my jock
Now my story's kinda simple, so please change the tempo
As I tell you a tale 'bout this big fat hippo
I was chillin' on the Ave., drinkin' some brew
Saw a fatty comin' my way, so what was I to do?
I, busted a U, went the other way again
But forgot that the Avenue was a dead-end
I turned around, here she came, stride for stride
Funky fat like that, bout two thirty-five
The stampede was rushin', I double looked
And she had more chins than a Chinese phonebook
Five foot three, ugly as can be, she said
Hello Eazy-E, do you remember me?
I said no, uh-huh, yes you do suga
My name is Bertha, but you can call me "Booga"
Remember the time when you were drunk at the party
We was slow dancin', gave ya all this body
When she said that she loved me, I was in shock
Oh my God, got a fat girl on my jock
I got a fat girl (fat girl), on my jock
Got a fat girl on my jock
I got a fat girl (fat girl), on my jock
Got a fat girl on my jock
She gave the grin, I showed the frown
And with a bear hug picked me off the ground
Squeezin' me tight, attempted to bug me
Grabbed me by the rear, said "love me, hug me"
I was hell, victim of a scandal
'Cause this big girl's too much for E to handle
Broke the beast's grip, started to run
Back to the crib, grabbed the elephant gun
She's grubbin', thighs rubbin' in a hot pursuit
I loaded up the gun, 'bout ready to shoot
She kept on comin', because of addiction
Legs on fire, because of friction
My gun broke, I was doomed
Dropped the double barrel, grabbed tha harpoon
As I swung, the fat girl fell
Lyin' on tha Ave., just like a beached whale
Now that's the story, it's quite ill
And all fat girls y'all best to chill
All overweight freaks, stay off my block
'Cause it's ill to have a fat girl on your jock
I got a fat girl (fat girl), on my jock
Got a fat girl on my jock
I got a fat girl (fat girl), on my jock
Got a fat girl on my jock
I got a fat girl (fat girl), on my jock
Got a fat girl on my jock
Got a fat girl (fat girl), on my jock
Got a fat girl on my jock