Lyrical Breakdown of Shakey Dog - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ghostface Killah weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Shakey Dog" 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 Ghostface Killah 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 Ghostface Killah's narrative.

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Yeah, what's the deal? What's the deal y'all? I need y'all niggaz to buckle up one time Fasten your seatbelts, I'm a take y'all on some real shit This Theodore shit, y'all niggaz know what time it is and shit Y'nah mean? It's real motherfuckin' shit, you know Yo, making moves back and forth uptown 60 dollars plus toll is the cab fee Wintertime bubble goose, goose, clouds of smoke Music blastin' and the Arab V blunted Whip smelling like fish from 125th Throwin' ketchup on my fries, hitting baseball spliffs Back seat with my leg all stiff Push the fuckin' seat up, tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks Rocks is lit while I'm poppin' the clips I'm ready for war, got to call the Cuban guys Got the Montana pulled in front of the store Made my usual gun check, safety off, come on Frank The moment is here, take your fuckin' hood off and tell the driver to stay put Fuck them niggaz on the block they shook, most of them won't look They frontin', they no crooks and fuck up they own juks Look out for Jackson 5-0 cause they on foot Straight ahead is the doorway, see that lady that lady with the shopping cart She keep a shottie cocked in the hallway Damn she look pretty old Ghost, she work for Kevin, she 'bout seventy seven She paid her dues when she smoked his brother in law at his bosses' wedding Flew to Venezuela quickly when the big fed stepped in 3 o'clock, watch the kids, third floor, last door You look paranoid that's why I can't juks with you Why? Why you behind me leery? Shakey Dog stutterin', when you got the bigger cooker on you You is a crazy motherfucker, small Hoodie dude Hilarious move, you on some Curly, Moe, Larry shit Straight parry shit, Krispy Kreme, cocaine, dead bodies, jail time you gon' carry it Matter of fact, all the cash, I'm a carry it Stash it in jelly and break it down at the Marriott This is the spot, yo son your burner cocked? These fuckin' maricons on the couch watchin' Sanford and Son Passin' they rum, fried plantains and rice Big round onions on a T-bone steak, my stomach growling yo I want some Hold on, somebody's comin', get behind me, knocked at the door Act like you stickin' me up, put the joint to my face Push me in quickly when the bitch open up Remember you don't me, blast him if he reach for his gun Yo who goes there? Tony, Tony one second homie No matter rain, sleet or snow you know you suppose to phone me Off came the latch, Frank pushed me into the door The door flew open, dude had his mouth open Frozen, stood still with his heat bulgin' Told him Freeze! lay the fuck down and enjoy the moment Frank snatched his gat, slapped him, axed him Where's the cash, coke and the crack? Get the smoke and you fast His wife stood up speakin' in Spanish, big tittie bitch holdin' the cannon Ran in the kitchen, threw a shot, then kicking the four fifth Broke a bone in her wrist and she dropped the heat Give up the coke! But the bitch wouldn't listen I'm on the floor like holy shit! Watchin my man Frank get busy He zoned out, finished off my man's wiz He let the pitbull out, big head Bruno with the little shark's teeth chargin' Foamin' out the mouth, I'm scared Frank screamin', blowin' shots in the air Missin' his target, off the Frigidare, it grazed my ear Killed that bullshit pit, ran to the bathroom butt first Frank put two holes in the doorman's Sassoon The coke's in the vacuum, got to the bathroom, faced his bad moves The big one had the centipede stab wound Frank shot the skinny dude, laid him out The bigger dude popped Frankie boy, played him out To be continued...