Lyrical Breakdown of Ghetto Story - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ghetto Story" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Ice Cube weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ghetto Story" 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 Ice Cube 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 Ice Cube's narrative.
This lyrical analysis of "Ghetto Story" not only celebrates Ice Cube's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!
Just sit down, let me tell you a story
About a young man tryna find his glory (oh, no, no)
He did everything you can do in the streets to get his bag (oh) (yeah)
But if you never stop for love, life can be a slow drag (mm)
What a drag, what a drag
More money, more problems (problems)
Ever since we got this money, we continue squabblin'
I remember (I remember) we used to be steady mobbin'
Everybody wanna be Batman, fuck Robin (fuck Robin)
Now when them thangs get to poppin' (poppin')
Choppers get to choppin', loved ones get to droppin' (get to droppin')
When them hearts get to stoppin'
Nobody cares about all the money that you clockin'
A bully on that bullshit (bullshit), got a bullseye (bullseye)
I forgot he said he on demon time (mm)
I'm on God's time (yeah), this is oil and water
Your ass is with the devil, I'm with the Holy Father (mm)
You'll probably shoot your mama (mama)
For an extra comma over marijuana (a piranha)
Everybody say they want the bag
Yeah, I wanna get it, but not that bad
Let me tell ya this ghetto story
About a boy tryna find his glory, glory, glory
He did everything you can do in these streets to get a bag (everything) (oh, yeah)
But if you don't stop for love, life can be a slow drag, slow drag
I'm tryna get cropped up without gettin' locked up
I'm tryna lay in the cut without gettin' mopped up
I'm tryna stand on my own and never get propped up (never)
The pyroclastic flow can't get stopped up (no)
Niggas love money (money), money love me (me)
Please don't make me have to do you ugly
I'm tryin' not to be like a fuckin' thug be
Look at the sky, this fuckin' day is lovely
I'm tryin' not to hate ya for this little caper
Why you motherfuckers tryna pull me out my nature?
When you a Laker, everybody hates ya
Bitch niggas on the internet always tryna bait ya
And if you take the bait (bait), they'll try to regulate
I'll bust on they ass like Warren G and Nate (regulate)
And if you slip, they'll do you like they did Nip
Niggas from your own hoods send you on a trip
Let me tell you people my ghetto story
All about a man tryna find his road (damn) (his road, his road)
He did it all (he did it all) in these streets just to get his bag (yeah, fuck)
But if you never stop for love, life is such a slow drag, drag, drag
Oh no, I can't trust 'em no more
We used to roll six-fours, I can't trust 'em no more (oh, no)
Oh no, I can't trust 'em no more
We used to run these hoes, I can't trust 'em no more (oh, no)
Oh no, I can't trust 'em no more
We used to roll six-fours, I can't trust 'em no more (oh, no)
Oh no, I can't trust 'em no more
We used to run these hoes, I can't trust 'em no more