Lyrical Breakdown of West Coast Shit (feat. Ice Cube) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "West Coast Shit (feat. Ice Cube)" 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 "West Coast Shit (feat. Ice Cube)" 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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This some West Coast shit
We on some West Coast shit
Some West Coast shit
You know you love this West Coast shit (biatch!)
We on some West Coast shit
This some West Coast shit
It's some West Coast shit
Bitch, you know you love this West Coast shit
I'm in a custom car (car), music loud (loud)
20 years later, move the crowd (move the crowd)
Same motherfucker from the olden days (olden days)
Tops down through the Golden State (tell 'em)
I'm from the five one o (tell 'em)
Town business every time I flow (holla)
Me and 40 Water real OG's baby (holla)
Taught you how to hustle way back in the '80s (biatch)
You wanna be like us (speak)
California niggas get a lot of love (speak)
Bitches give it up, but it's not enough (speak)
In the middle of the night when I call to fuck
I want all or nothing, got it from the Town
Game from the Bay tend to move around (move around)
Years go by, you can't stop the vultures (stop the vultures)
It's embedded in pop culture (bitch)
This some West Coast shit
We on some West Coast shit
Some West Coast shit
You know you love this West Coast shit (biatch!)
We on some West Coast shit
This some West Coast shit
It's some West Coast shit
Bitch, you know you love this West Coast shit
If there was a trophy for spitting game, me and $hort would get an award (get an award)
We from the West, where they dope deal, bikinis and girls (bikinis and girls)
Where the cost of living high, and it's hard to afford (hard to afford)
Houses and cars, we got 'em never get bored (never get bored)
Don't let the palm trees mislead, you'll get removed (get removed)
Tryna play tough guy, get shot in the eye, get schooled (get schooled)
We got some big shit, cinnamon rolls, banana clips (banana clips)
100 round cartridges, a lot of this (a lot of this)
Gotta stay heated like a broiler finger on my SIG Sauer
Auntie read me some scriptures, you my prayer warrior
'Cause the closest to ya probably be the one to do ya (one to do ya)
Back there with hustler, bust you with the Ruger (with the Ruger)
Ain't no big hims and little them in my parliament (in my parliament)
We all icy diamonds up in our ornaments (up in our ornaments)
If you help me make money, I'ma make sure you make money (money)
California ain't always hot, California cold nose runny (bitch)
This some West Coast shit
We on some West Coast shit
Some West Coast shit
You know you love this West Coast shit (biatch!)
We on some West Coast shit
This some West Coast shit
It's some West Coast shit
Bitch, you know you love this West Coast shit
You know the shit that I'm on
And after I hit it, bitch, then I'm gone
Get out the business of niggas that's grown
I'm going to the moon, ho, Neil Armstrong
I'm in the saloon with all of my goons
Baby ass filled like a water balloon
Another stripper that think I'ma tip her
I ain't no trick, you bitch, I'm Jack the Ripper
I'm a star, the Big Dipper
I'm off that purple, and on that liquor
We like 'em thicker, but I guess you about a eight
Know the California bear never hibernate
See we kick back, and we dominate
And we tolerate all kind of hate
See the big fish never take the bait
You know the shit I'm on, bitch, concentrate
This some West Coast shit (yeah)
We on some West Coast shit (uh)
Some West Coast shit
You know you love this West Coast shit (biatch!)
We on some West Coast shit (yeah)
This some West Coast shit (uh)
It's some West Coast shit
Bitch, you know you love this West Coast shit (get back, bitch)
Cube, what's happening pimping, tell 'em who it is, man
West Coast shit
E-40 ounce and the Too, mm-hm
My nigga, Too $hort
Still too big for half of y'all niggas
Yeah, we on some West Coast shit
West Coast, nigga
West Coast shit
Kick back bitch, you know you love it
Mm, yeah
Kick back, bitch
Kick back, bitch