Lyrical Breakdown of (Prelude) Still Talkin' Feat. Ice Cube & The D.O.C. - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "(Prelude) Still Talkin' Feat. Ice Cube & The D.O.C." on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Eazy-E weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "(Prelude) Still Talkin' Feat. Ice Cube & The D.O.C." 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 Eazy-E 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 Eazy-E's narrative.
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Ha ha ha ha ha
Good evening, and welcome to Eazy's playhouse
You stupid muthafuckaaaaa!
Now that you got the album
What the fuck are you gonna do with it?
Bitch
I knew this nigga back in the, uh, back since the nigga was little
(You lyin')
The nigga comes from Compton, Michigan nigga
(You ain't never met no Eazy-E)
Well I'mma introduce him, this the craziest muthafucka you done seen
(You a damn liar)
This niggas crazy, just listen
Easily I approach
The microphone because I ain't no joke
Tell ya momma to get off of my tip
I have no time to give her my dick
I'm gonna hold it, and walk around the stage and
If you fuck up I'm going to get my gage and
Unload the barrel and laugh
'Cause I'm putting lead in your muthafuckin' ass
Psychopathic, but the hoes are attracted
Because when I'm on hard, my dick's at least a yard
In the days of old I was a nut
Now I need at least 3 hoes when I fuck
'Cause I do it check, nut 1, nut 2
Then I save a nut for when there's nothin' else to do
Get used to the crew, bitch, cause I will never quit
As soon as you think that's it, I'm still talkin' shit
I told you that nigga was crazy
Ha, Eazy Eric, that's my boy
God damnit
Go on boy with yo bad self
Hey
Step up to the mic
Hey bitch, pass me my Ripple
I got a fable, that you need to listen to
It's a funky little rhyme about a bitch or two
One Sharon, the other one Shaun
I want to nut, but which one do I want?
Shaun said "Eazy let me fuck you blind"
And Sharon said "E, I want to blow your mind"
I said fuck it, I know what should be done
Just pull your panties down and I'll fuck the biggest one
And then I get the other pussy put it in the freezer
So I could always have a on-hold skeezer
Yeah that's the ticket, I do it like that
So I told the hoes to take a big step back
Took the zipper down, eyes wide, and said
Here's what I'm gonna put inside
Grab it like a rabbit, let's work it
But I won't love you, when I'm done I'll still be talkin' shit
Haha, that boy good
Yeah that boy sho is good
That muthafucka be talkin' all kinds of shit
I used to get pussy like Eazy Eric every day
You're mothafuckin' lyin'
How you know muthafucka, you had too much to drink
You're lyin', yo, yo dick can't get hard
Aww, suck my dick mothafucka
Nigga you lyin'
Who you're talkin' to?
We'll get up then nigga, shit
Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit
Hey yo Yella Boy, why don't you rewind it?
Niggas don't see I'm a 100% legit
And you know it ain't about all that bullshit
It's about fuckin' this bitch and that bitch
But not the bitch with the 7-day itch
Like that hoe, just throwin' me the pussy
She says she wants to do it like a doggy
She's bad, nobody is badder
But she got more crabs than a seafood platter
Bitch on the gank move, to skeaze me
Just to say "I got fucked by Eazy"
So I slapped the hoe like a pimp
I might be a women-beater but I'm not a pussy-eater
So when the shit hits the fan it's outta my mouth
You don't like what I'm talkin' about
All of y'all can just suck my dick
You could quote me now, 'cause I'm still talkin' shit
The boy good, I told you boy
I knew him when he was knee-high
The nigga got talent
You don't know a damn thing
I knew him when he was knee-high
He still is knee-high muthafucka
Yeah, I like that part, bring that shit back one more time, Maestro
Woo-hoo, that's that ol' Z.Z. Hill, huh?, haha
I tell ya boy, I can do the mashed potato nigga, what can you do?
I, muthafucka I can do the boogaloo, I can do the boogaloo
Boogaloo? That old shit been played out back in 1967
Man fuck you, fuck you