Lyrical Breakdown of Like A Jungle - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Like A Jungle" 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 "Like A Jungle" 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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Hand me one of them thangs killed john wayne D.E.A. back in this bitch, hmm-hmm, va-rooom [E-40] Hah hah hah hah, fuck around with this nigga bosko He stay mobbin.. Shall we spit some saliva? spit some saliva In and out of the traffic Sparkin up a bunch of commotion and static it's a habit Bloated twasted loaded tilted when I roll it Like the steering wheel on my deville when I first drove it Who the caviest and the savviest (?) strikin like a pack of matches Blood alcohol, lookin like above average Money tall player, papered up, ghettofabulous You can ball too pimpin just be about your cabbage I don't need no iron I'm already creased Pistol-whip a bitch with my mouthpiece, paid for hoe On my car, fuckin lease Strikin through your neighborhood, disturbin peace Boogie green cutlass with the gold feets Same colored tint with the bucket seats, beatch! All my wife I was raised around killers Boy I tell ya - these monkeys don't want to see no gorillas [Chorus one] It's like a jungle - it's like a jungle sometimes It's like a jungle - it's like a jungle sometimes It's like a jungle - You know a sea serpent snake in the grass can post up lies It's like a jungle - it's like a jungle sometimes It's like a jungle - it's like a jungle sometimes It's like a jungle - We play for keeps, so nigga if you feel froggish leap! Leap nigga! beotch! [Young Mugzi] Chest splitter, game spitter, go getter I stay busy like mighty joe, the go-rilla One hitter quitters if you're it, bump my feet nigga I hit the turf, knockin off wall pictures Nowadays niggaz can get arrested for reckless dressin, attempt to pimp But they don't know a broke horse And don't know how money makes a pimp pimp See I'm like a pimp, I got to be about means Twinkied out, with a car full of tv screens I mean I'm mean, I boss up for the green Hit the scene, and check my runners bout my cream One-eighteen, haters want to cross my dream Handicap me, shoot me in the spleen [Chorus Two] It's like a jungle - it's like a jungle sometimes It's like a jungle - it's like a jungle sometimes It's like a jungle - If you see me in a fight in the forest with a bear Don't help me nigga help the bear.. don't help me nigga help the bear! It's like a jungle - it's like a jungle sometimes It's like a jungle - it's like a jungle sometimes It's like a jungle - Boy I tell ya, these monkeys don't want to see no gorillas See no gorillas [E-40] Man potnah you ain't from 'round here, you ain't got no pass Oh you with 40-water, we can go 'head and let you go But next time, it's yo' ass Lick you for yo' cash, get you for what you got 'Cause triflin on this side of the soil That's all we do is plot Seen it, lived it, did it, been in it, done it Cooked it, shucked it, sold it, couple hundred Units a month, dirty white girl Baby powder, china white, step-mother pearl I'm out of weed, I'm losin my focus (focus) Ash tray full of doobies and roaches (roaches) In the parking lot rollin a blunt (blunt) In the middle of some funk Dudes got to dumpin bitches, haulin ass (ass) Takin off they pumps, fallin in the grass (grass) Cowards flyin everywhere, fools gettin glassed While I'm sittin in my cut' thang, tryin to play They fuckin up my shit [Chorus One] [Outro - sung] Be about your paper bro, don't hate on mine It's like a jungle sometimes.. Gorilla pimpin ain't easy, but I'm steady on the grind It's like a jungle sometimes, yeah yeah yeah yeah, Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah.. It's like a jungle sometimes.. yeah yeah yeah yeah, Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah It's like a jungle sometimes.. yeah yeah yeah yeah, Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah It's like a jungle sometimes.. yeah yeah yeah yeah, Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah It's like a jungle sometimes..