Lyrical Breakdown of Thuggin’ - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Thuggin’" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs & Madlib feat. Big Time Watts weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Thuggin’" 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 Freddie Gibbs & Madlib feat. Big Time Watts 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 Freddie Gibbs & Madlib feat. Big Time Watts's narrative.

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"Somebody warn the west, nigga ain't runnin Somebody- nigga ain't runnin' no more The Legend of Nig- in color, rated PG Parental guidance suggested" Uh, yeah, fa sho Niggas be comin' at me like "Yo, yo, Fred man You a real nigga, dawg" (yes baby) Real nigga (real nigga) I be like (from front to the back) Respect man (respect) These fake niggas done lowered the bar, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, niggas be like, "Fred, you ain't never lied" Fuck the rap shit my gangsta is solidified Still do my business on the side Bitch if you polices, then pay me no never mind I was thuggin', black and red laces in my number threes Take a pull up off the wood and let that motherfucker breathe Sit outside a busta crib and let that motherfucker leave Walk his ass back in and put him on his motherfuckin' knees Thuggin', never takin' no for an answer Might just take a loss but bitch I'd rather take my chances This liquor got me lurkin' where you livin in the night time 59Fifty to the left but I'm in my right mind Thuggin', pants gon' be sagging 'til I'm forty Still lyrically sharper than these short bus shawtys Them phonies ain't gon' throw me in this minstrel show These labels see how far up in they mouth my dick could go So gon' and choke on this meat and throw my song on repeat Might move away one day but I'm always gon' belong to the streets I'm straight thuggin' uh, and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right, uh Yeah, and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right 'Cause motherfucker I'm thuggin' Sellin' you the science of the street rap Every motherfuckin' show I do is off the meat rack I done been in jail and did my best not to repeat that I'm tryna feed my family, give a fuck about your feedback Critically acclaimed, but that shit don't mean a thing When you rockin' mics and still in microwaves cooking 'caine Never trickin' on a dame, I'm too cold for you broke hoes Don't let the knob hit your booty when the door close, bitch She let me hit it cause I'm thuggin' Squares need not apply, I'm so fly I might fuck her cousin Swiftly 'bout to stick a sweet dick in ya sweetheart Then get some groceries off, might geek a EBT card Why the feds worried 'bout me clockin' on this corner when there's politicians out here getting popped in Arizona Bitch, I'm thuggin', bitch and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right Yeah, yeah, and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right 'Cause motherfucker I'm thuggin' We're not against rap, but we're against those thugs Can't be legit when every nigga in ya clique sold drugs Predicate felons in my faculty, real killers can vouch for me Teach a kid at the crib or your children might cop an ounce from me and smoke out in the Chevy with us 'Cause in the past my low-class black ass would serve my own fucking family members I hate to say it, ain't no need to be discreet If she don't cop from me, she get it from a nigga up the street Cause he thuggin', and yo she'd probably suck his dick for it She turnt out so it ain't shit to turn a trick for it (that's a bitch) My uncle last bitch, put him on the glass dick Tried to rob a man to feed his habit, he got blasted I live on borrowed time, my expiration date I past it So lock me up forever, but this shit is everlasting I'm thuggin' uh, and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right, uh Yeah, and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right 'Cause motherfucker I'm thuggin', bitch "...shit is this?" You got all these dumbass niggas scared of you around here? Just tryin' to make a fool outta me or somethin'? Aye, fool look at this damn fool in here! Shit!"