Lyrical Breakdown of It's Pimpin' - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "It's Pimpin'" 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 Pimpin'" 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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(What is it?) It's pimpin, what. (what is it?) [Chorus] It's pimpin with me, what is it with you? Bitch hit the strip and do what you do (Pay attention to me, and stay on the track) (I'll be right back, when I be right back) [repeat Chorus] [E-40] Tryin to have a stable full of, gregarious, clear bitches Professional wonderful ladies of leisure, merrylicious that'll get undressed at the drop of a dime at my request And believe that, e'rytang I tell her to do is for the best Hoe you in violation, you in the red, wait a minute hoe You mean to tell me you tryin to jump camp after a big ol' player like me done buttered yo' bread? You free to go, I ain't gon' tell you no mo' I told you twice, you'll be back cause you need, pimpin in yo' life That's how you gotta get at these broads, you gotta check 'em Man a hoe'll walk all over ya if you let 'em I give her a Chinese name (what?) Won Gone Then I stab out, with my ham sandwich, Fleetwood Brougham Break a bitch, pimp shit, L-R-P's Long Range Pimpin hoe, overseas Whites blacks filipinos, viet-ma-nese Atlantic City, Vegas, Reno nigga please believe [Chorus] [Chorus Two] (It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way (It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way (It's pimpin) [E-40] She was a baby (baby) she was lame (lame) Til I turned her out, now she's pussy trained Pussy trained, not potty trained, but pussy trained Pimpin you hard, you got some game! This one of the ones, I like this knock Who did the beat? My nigga Rik Rok He a fool - that shit on hit You know what this remind me of? Some of that Dr. Dre shit Blarin, imagine that shit on blast at the Arco station after the club, pumpin some gas (Wait a minute, wait; hey hold up. ba-ba-bump-bump! *car horn* ba-ba-bump-ah *car horn* Baby. ay sweetie! Ay look here baby Underdig this, ya underdig? Ay look here You need to get with a boss, tell that day old seven to get lost Yeah, cause all he gon' is damage you All I wanna do is manage you) [Chorus] [Chorus Two] [E-40] She said - just take me out to the pimp pic-nic I'ma put it down for you. Represent that Sic'Wid'It Whatever you want me to do! She loves me (loves me) she loves me not (loves me not) As far as family, I'm all she got (all she got) Pimpin and panderin, handlin these hoes Penitentiary chancin it (?) with these hoes Checkin the track, collectin my scratch, and slammin Cadillac doors Countin my stack, spat to them straps Directin the mannerisms of these hoes Ready for war, never too to', with Taylor shoes on my toes Sickin my beotches on these rappers cause they be payin these hoes [Chorus] [Chorus Two] [E-40] F'real f'real nigga, I bet you that I see a bitch nigga I bump the fattest bitch in the club Nigga bout my pimpin nigga, I give a fuck and a half I refuse to be livin under a bridge an' pushin some motherfuckin grocery baskets pimpin Y'knahmean? (Cause it ain't in a bitch beauty it's in her duty mayne, youknahmsayin?) Please believe that (Yeah a real pimp'll put a wig on a pig mayne, I mean so fat) Fo'shiggidy Hey nigga hey nigga doe I'm just curious doe pimpin Hey man straight up how many hoes you got doe f'real? (Man I'm six deep with no sleep man I mean fat knees, to clackin they toes a tappin, I'm bout a pimp smackin I don't do nuttin but finesse rest and dress man and let these bitches do the rest, y'knahmean?) Fo'shiggidy (I pimp SO fat) That is the best game I can smell pimpin I promise you, it don't get no better mayne (I mean, I used to do this since way back when man I didn't even have a car, I used to have a swing man And I'll put a bitch on the fifteen gurney in a hurry man And tell that bitch, that-a-way!) It's pimpin to me. (It's pimpin.) (It's pimpin!)