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.
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I just wanna fuck bad bitches
All them nights I never had bitches
Now I'm all up in that ass bitches
Mad at your 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 soulmate
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 Hitman hit it; damn bitches
Man, this is what I'm talkin about
Chicken head, chicken fed, with a dick in yo 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 touching and rubbing girl
You've got a husband who loves you
Don't need you all in mine
I just wanna fuck you
We can't be kissing and hugging girl
You've 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 come quick help you redecorate 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
Then 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 wanted
You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed
I'd rather spend my mornin digging through some records instead
But, tonight I guess it'd be aight if we can touch bases
Hookup somewhere and exchange some Fuck Faces
I know your man's looking for ya
He's always trying to run ya
Don't worry bout me handcuffing girl
Cause I just wanna
Fuck witchu
On the sneak tip, on some creep shit
So whatcha gon' do, you freak bitch?
You acting 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 floor 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
Now she's blowing up my pager, the shit's gettin major
A favor for a favor, this dick is what I gave her
Something to go by and bitches know why
Stuff dick in they mouth and then I'm out (see-ya!)
24/7, Dre, Snoop and Devin
We serving these hoes and never loving these hoes
I just wanna fuck you
No touching and rubbing girl
You've got a husband who loves you
Don't need you all in mine
I just wanna fuck you
We can't be kissing and hugging girl
You've got a husband who loves you
You need to give him your quality time