Lyrical Breakdown of This Shit Pound (feat. Stresmatic) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "This Shit Pound (feat. Stresmatic)" 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 "This Shit Pound (feat. Stresmatic)" 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.
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When I entered the world and took my first breath of air The doctor gave me a blunt and a 40 ounce of beer Sat me in the chair, told me to prepare for the worst He said, "Life can be good and life can stink like a berth" There's gon' be a lot of back-stabbin and betrayal So always pack a hammer and some nails As I got older I hung around older folk That's why I'm so dope and spit the game I quote I used to practice lookin hard but now I practice bein silent I keep [?], can't let 'em catch me out of pocket Haters'd love to sneak me and try to remove me from Earth But if I find out who's schemin, they gon' get hauled off in a hearse I'd rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six I said it befo' and I meant it This thing wringin, it's rotten, it's beatin they ass like a belt If you ain't slappin' E-40, you need to slap yourself My partner from the V, my nigga from the Town Roll that shit up, nigga, pass it around All in the game like we pitchin off the mound Four in the box and you know that shit pound If you don't like it you're a sucker You dont' bump this, you a stupid motherfucker All these years makin all these songs You never heard 'em? What planet you been on? The old ladies and the lil' kids Love 40 and Short, we so real with this You think about the game and what we sayin Since elementary school, what the fuck they playin? Born to Mack In a Major Way 75 Girls, Tha Hall of Game Life Is... Federal Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go Our shit been poundin all yo life Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from We some bad motherfuckers E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother We just laugh at the suckers They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers Treat the rap game like the dope game Substitute verse licks for the cocaine Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang It's just another sunny day in the Golden State My other money's made when the hoes get paid I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop Everything you want is everything I got Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack You remember when you was a lil-ass kid in the car seat listenin to some E-40 Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort in the old school I know you remember You grew up on that shit