Lyrical Breakdown of 43 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "43" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how E-40 weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "43" 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 E-40 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 E-40's narrative.
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I duck behind d peels in da liquor, hide behind da broccoli
I feel like can't nobody stop me
From a little young mustache, hella curious an nosey
Two big ol' ballin ass nigga, errbody know me
I"m a boda like a trucka, ready to pluck a sucka
Befo' I short stop maself, Ima send his ass to hell
Wit dese 78's two shells, double deuce 3 pails
In front a erry fuckin body, betta not aim at nobody
Else you be sleepin wit d snails, d worms to be precise
I be fuckin wit d scales, I got the lowest price
Put a few gaysyou are vagabon on ice, if I must
When we tell it (tell it), ain't no such thing as trust trust)
Don't think think that I won't bust (bust) a nigga head to da temper fat
Split his cooler pack, push his helmet back
I get d pleasure when I pop my powder, pennies on da dollar
I've been on ma block forever ma nigga, ain't one deal went sour
I'm in da hood like a motor, d neighbourhood mechanic
Houses where I keep ma yola, see ma soup just warmed over
Betta not hit ma toaster, microwave or roast ya
I'm out here wit dese spiders, tarantulas and roaches
I break d back off a king, mix some soda wit da A1D
I ziploc an flip flop four 3
I ziploc an flip flop 43
I break d back off a king, mix some soda wit da A1D
I ziploc an flip flop four 3
I ziploc an flip flop 43
I originate from rich niggas bank deir dope
Get rich an straight pitch, straight up off da post
Keep it bangin in d pico, d stacks ceno
Lil niggas on da lookout dats child support
Keep ma dope at Ms Kings, right across from tha store
See her husband is a CO an already know
Got a cold when a got a young bitch, twentyfo'
Sniff sniff blow, an sipp sip bo
I'm pro an gettin doe, see d money love beelah
Got a Lisa fever errtime a nigga see her
An I don' play either, I play wit millimeters
Modern day heaters, call em black spleazers
I beat d block down, hella rounds a ball blasts
White Range Rover supercharged an all dat
You ain't wit d shit, then nigga you fall back
Or come to da spot an see what I call crack
I break d back off a king, mix some soda wit da A1D
I ziploc an flip flop four 3
I ziploc an flip flop 43
One a ma rebellers was askin me hella questions (darn it)
I say 'what is you a CI, a confidential informant?'
Meet me at 711, act like you gonna buy some medicine
An I be posted up in da parkin lot wit da inventory
If the popos get on ma ankles like a shoe (like a shoe)
I ain't have no other choice but to blame you (blame you)
Blame you, bang you, let tha thang do what tha thang do
Ain't you, hit ya frame in yo brain too
I break backs off the soft packs, turn em hard
Get it in wit da Mexican walk d yard
An in d end when ma next a kin pull yo card
Have your whole wind take yo nigga free a charge