Lyrical Breakdown of Nice Guys - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Nice Guys" 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 "Nice Guys" 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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[Chorus: x2] Nice guys finish last and stay broke Bad guys finish first and push coke From the bay where they made the word playa hater Where they shoot instead of squabblin' like hockey playas [Verse 1:] Ugh, I still got a mirror in my pocket, The kind of career I'm havin' at this age defies logic I'm tryna get my one's up stack my issues Finger on my stapler or should I say pistol From the bay, where they made the word playa hater Where they shoot instead of squabbin like hockey playas Fat ass wad full a' hundreds, I ain't got no cents 40 Water, bring me up to speed, pimp Nice guys finish last and stay broke Bad guys finish first and push coke Ain't nothing new under the sun Because the gab god blessed me with his tongue In cahoots with the streets and the vocal booth Solified, documented, partna' I got proof Mouthpiece, shoulda been a pimp I'm more than just a rapper my nigga I'm an event [Chorus x2] [Verse 2:] California ain't always sunny California nose kinda runny Might go to church on Sunday And sell dope on Monday One hand on the scale, the other one on the bible Askin' the Lord to protect me from my enemies and my rivals Posted with my Bushmaster chopper assault rifle From those that ain't... looking out the window like Malcolm That's dramatics music straight from the gravel that underground If I give you the script, you best not read it upside down Man I drink too much, I got two dranks Man I think too much, I got two brains E-40, Fonzarelli, man I got two names I got two chains so I tote two thangs Sick-wid-it click thick like Wu-Tang I'm the heart of the Bay the artery and the veins The club was crickets till E-40 walked in, I get it poppin' Man it was so quiet you could hear a mouse pistol cockin' [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] Man, it's the block brochure, man, the ave almanac The hustler's handbook, the really lived that Run off with' my sack and get yo' helmet cracked Have you gasping for air, like an asthma attack I'm from that 80's era when we didn't wear no mascara When we played by the rules and seldom turned on dudes Anything can be defused; any beef can be fixed Long as nobody got knocked down, I'll try to fuck your bitch Some of my fellas so grimy that they ain't never been to a club Some of my fellas so street that they ain't never been outta they hood Hold court on the soil, not in front of a judge Get it down with your mat ain't no need for holdin' a grudge My baldish, my speakers, my whole system go 40 what kinda amp you got? Memphis mojo Feezy where you been, playa, it's been a while Waitin around for this real shit to come back in style [Chorus x4]