Lyrical Breakdown of Goop - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Goop" 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 "Goop" 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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Yo, young Sahob
(Yo, what's up, family?)
Come here for a minute, let me holla at you right quick
(Huh? What's up?)
Let me holla at you, my Sahob
(Okay)
Listen up, man, how you been? You been cool?
(I've been cool, I've been cool)
Alright, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool
Ayy, so, basically, ayy, um
Did I ever tell you the story of the happy hustler and the crappy criminal?
(Nah, family, you ain't tell me that, no)
Okay, okay, hear, hear me out
The crappy criminal was crappy at bein' a criminal and he stayed crappin' out, right?
(Right, right, right, right, right)
The happy hustler the one that got in the game and got his money and got out
See what I'm sayin'?
(Okay)
(Rick Rock beats)
Underrated, they said that he'll never make it
He came on the scene and blew up the spot and obliterated it
It's unfortunate they don't educate the youth
About pioneers like E-40, the legend, he livin' proof
I'm top tier, I got some game for your ear
I clean up well with my gear, my heart don't pump any fear
Another year and I'm here with a kick-ass career
I don't play reindeer games, I'm grown, bitch, do I make myself clear?
I'll put your blood on my spear if I'm forced to take it heights
Military assault weapon with the bayonet knife
I ain't never been outdated, bitch, I always been valid
It's impossible to last this long without any talent
We went from idolizin' the drug dealer to idolizin' the drug addict
Look at my Patek, my diamonds shine like TV static
Look how I'm rappin', the style I use is not the average
I'm the "what's happenin'," you the "what it's not" and they laughin'
(Goop, goop, goop, goop) no more servin' goop (goop)
(Goop, goop, goop, goop) he won't go back to pushin' goop (goop)
(Goop, goop, goop, goop) no more servin' goop (goop)
(Goop, goop, goop, goop) he sick and tired of pushin' goop (goop)
When he was flea flickin', tossin' goop to the class
They didn't fuck off the count, so they built an alliance
Then put his guys position and had it down to a science
Do your homework before you put in work when it come to violence
Gotta be a barbarian, can't be frightened
The OG's try to give him advice and a little guidance
Some of 'em listen and some look forward to dyin'
Some of 'em be bumpin' they gums, not talkin' trident
Write out a will before you bust
Put your funds in a trust 'cause retaliation is a must
Pick out a tombstone and a place where you wanna be in the earth
In the V, all the funerals be at Old Path Church
You havin' money, buy a crib, not a Royce
Take care of your chicken, beast mode voice
"Don't spend it all in one day," that's what your plug supposed to say
If you're servin' goop, get in and get out and get out the way
(Goop, goop, goop, goop) no more servin' goop (goop)
(Goop, goop, goop, goop) he won't go back to pushin' goop (goop)
(Goop, goop, goop, goop) no more servin' goop (goop)
(Goop, goop, goop, goop) he sick and tired of pushin' goop (goop)
Playa, ayy, ayy, young playa, Sahob, Sahob
(What's up? What's up, Sahob?)
Sahob, what's happenin'? Ayy, look, you still with me?
(I'm here)
Listen, man, man, get you a job, Sahob
(Okay)
Man, look, three or four years' worth of timin' and grittin'
(Mm-hmm)
Ain't worth thirty years of prison, my ninja
(I know, I know)
It just don't add up
(I know, I know)