Lyrical Breakdown of Kush - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Kush" 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 "Kush" 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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Roll up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Now this that puff, puff, pass shit, Cheech and Chong glass shit
Blunts to the head, kush pillows no mattress
Speed boat traffic, bitches automatic
Cross that line, fuck around and get yo ass kicked
We roll shit that burn slow as fucking molasses
Probably won't pass it, smoke it 'til the last hit
Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch
Andre 3001, another classic
Go ahead, ask him bitches, 'bout how I be smokin' out
Party all night, yeah its goin' down
Order rounds, we smokin' quarter pound of that good stuff
Oh yeah, we smokin' all night
Yeah, puff puff pass that shit right here
Nigga, better than my last batch, caramel complexion and her ass black
(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)
I know you tryna get high, type of shit that have ya leaning sideways
Take a whiff of this suicide, holla at me cause I got it all day
No need to fly to Jamaica, quarter ganja, we can get the same thing
You want that bom bom biggy, holla at my niggie, right here in LA
(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Still I am, tighter than the pants on Will.I.Am
Backthrow, back still, I have a pound in my backpack
Next to where the swishas at, smoking presidential
Got some bubba, I give me that, need it for my cataracts
Four hoes and I'm the pimp, in my Cadillac
You can tell them Cali back, matter fact, they a know
This ain't Dro, get a whiff of that
No, it ain't no seeds in my sack, you ain't never gotta ask, dog
What he smokin' on? Shit, kush till my mind gone
What you think I'm on? Eyes low, I'm blown
High as a motherfucker, there ain't no question 'bout it
Niggas say smoke me out, yeah I really doubt it
I'm Bob Marley reincarnated, so faded
So if you want it, you know yo nigga homie
You can put it in a zag or a blunt and get blunted
(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)
Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no choke, make yo ass choke
Hold up wait a minute, you can go put it back
Cuz what you got in yo sack boy, it ain't that