Lyrical Breakdown of It's Hard Not To - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "It's Hard Not To" 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 "It's Hard Not To" 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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Huh, uh Huh, huh, ah Bitch Squad, 40 Water, uh It's hard not to wake up and choose violence Huh, had the mask on way before the virus It's hard not to wake up and choose violence Huh, had the mask on way before the virus It's hard not to wake up and choose violence Huh, had the mask on way before the virus It's hard not to wake up and choose violence Huh, had the mask on way before the virus I don't fuck with hoe-ass niggas, I don't do it Keep the same energy when I'm sober, on that fluid Feel exhaust on my Cutlass, sound like a Harley muffler (vroom) I'm thinkin' 'bout paintin' that motherfucker butter (butter) I'm havin' that realer dope money, bitch, not no toddler (toddler) And ain't nothin' about me sweet, I ain't no cobbler (cobbler) They got me all the way motherfuckin' fucked up (fucked up) If they put the gun down, I fuck 'em up (I fuck 'em up) Can't take me nowhere, especially when I'm on that yak (yak, yak, yak) I'll be zilled and be cuttin' up, I'll be zapped (zapped, zapped, zapped) Some of my OGs doin' good, some of them relapsed (backslid) Some of them act just like bitches, hop-scotch and jacks (hella wigs) When there's game being givin', kick back and listen (okay) I got my game from Vallejo, Richmond My clientary just far as the eye can see (far) Speak French to a bitch, ooh-la-la, oui-oui (that's a bar) It's hard not to wake up and choose violence Huh, had the mask on way before the virus Big bank on my earrings like I'm Osiris Tell your babe, "Bring me my FN to go hiffy" I'm bullshit, what I'd like to be through my eyelids Hey, dark tint on the whip, what I like to ride in Hand me whoop in the whip, what we like to slide in Uh, lemme holla at Doug Uh, we gon' kill a nigga coach if they steps hard Uh, pickin' plums, rollin' dope in my backyard Uh, extra room in my garage, I need five cars The driveway big as hell, full court large Big stack of blues look like Marge Pull up the foreign, extra smooth like El DeBarge Spent another hundred thousand just 'cause I'm in charge Extra bands on the way, squad here with them ARs Say, it's hard not to wake up and choose violence Hear a nigga, huh Every nigga around here will make you wanna start a riot All these bitches know it's cap right when I'm lyin' I never feel bad when they with 'em dyin' Bad bitch went outside, barely had a light Ho ain't even got a man, but now she take his pipe I'm just stuntin' like my Daddy, the dough feel nice