Lyrical Breakdown of u know - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "u know" 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 "u know" 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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Most niggas get it confused right? Huh
They think it's all chronic and palm trees out this muh'fucka
Bitches and bikinis, listen, huh
Some niggas is better left alone
I place you underneath the very ground you walkin' on
And ain't no children in this motherfucker, drop your tone
Ain't got no business even fuckin' with no microphones
So yo, it's me against the world, and ain't got shit to lose
My heavy artillery built to make the masses move
I carry tools that'll pick you up and out your shoes
Xzibit bringin' new meanin' to alcohol abuse
I wanna fall up in the spot where all the bitches at
Holdin' somethin' heavy to help you straighten out your back
A couple of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink
So what you think, I owe you somethin' bitch for fuckin' me?
(Bitch) Get a grip, misery love company, check it
Xzibit show you the difference between real life and makin' a record
Makin' the moves and connections that you never expected
What good is money and the fame if you never respected?
Check it out
You know, who's runnin' these fuckin' streets
(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga)
Don't be actin' like your shit don't stink (c'mon)
Y'all ain't fuckin with X
You know, we roll so fuckin' deep
(Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggas)
'Cause you're actin' like your shit don't stink
Yo, I ain't afraid of them fuckin' invisible gats
You always bringin' out in your raps
My shit'll quickly make you fold and collapse
My goal to strictly takin' over the map, by any means
Hustle and make more tracks than a heroin fiend
Keep my enemies on a first name basis
And hate them niggas like a skinhead racist
Chuck Taylors and fat laces
Stompin' hoes through y'all turf
I hurt worse than actual childbirth
A chick can suck my dick 'til the big squirt (Ah-ah!)
The song work, so ain't no playin' wit' us
Findin' out where you rest your head and I'm sprayin' it up
The remains that's left behind can probably fit in a cup
You pressin' your luck, you makin' yourselves easy to touch
I'm from the home of the hit 'em up, only two ways
You droppin' some shells or you get 'em up, back in the days
There was a time there was this woman that I want to keep up
But nowadays when I see you I'm just tryin' to fuck
So check it out
You know, who's runnin' these fuckin streets
(The king of these West coast gangsta beats, niggas)
Always droppin' off nothin' but straight heat
So stay the fuck out of the way
You know, we roll so fuckin' deep
(Round after round in the middle of the street niggas)
'Cause you're actin' like your shit don't stink
Y'all ain't fuckin with Dre
Thangs just ain't the same since he came out
Two thousand and one, came blew the game out
I heard you was hot, (huff), blew your flame out
And got the nerve to believe you hold the same clout?
I thought I told you, keep my name out of your fuckin' mouth
(But Doctor Dre!) See that's exactly what I'm talkin' bout
That shit right there, that's all day long
Just don't stop, I gots to be alone at the top
Forever ready loaded and locked, with niggas that'll circle yo' block
And let 'em pop 'til some bodies get dropped
It's Doc Holiday in the flesh
(Still) hold it down, represent, resurrect the West
(Still) holdin' ground, touchin' down, wit' my nigga X
(Still) send a couple through yo' chest if you disrespect
Doctor Dre comin 'back (shit) I never left
The number one ranked highest paid celebrity guest
That's eight digits, motherfuckers
You know, who's runnin' these fuckin' streets
(You get involved, you gettin' slapped with the heat nigga)
Don't be actin' like your shit don't stink (c'mon)
Y'all ain't fuckin with X
You know, we roll so fuckin' deep
(Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggas)
'Cause you're actin' like your shit don't stink (Yo)
Y'all ain't fuckin with X