Lyrical Breakdown of Going Down (feat. K. dot) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Going Down (feat. K. dot)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jay Rock weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Going Down (feat. K. dot)" 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 Jay Rock employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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K dot, got this fiend saying, Baby Man we got that got shit over there Watts finest, and the Hub City's threat Lets go On the table, I'm chopping rocks My price is right, you could come on Nigga, dimes n dubs just bring me your bucks I'll hook you up with weed Dope or angel dust my burner talk I'm goin' To the block where the holdin' them This place is popping 'till she put The chickens in the kitchen Can't sell dope forever But I gotta make a living Running your mouth it's goin' Sold your soul, gotta get shot Yeah, yeah the code of the streets Never talk to police don't even talk dog Forever hold your peace Feds at ya door, it's goin' Kicked in your door, get on the floor, get They found all of your dope, now you gotta go To the federal penitentiary dog For ten or more in the hood it's goin' Rock's settin up shop is goin' I got that ghetto white Customers light your pipes Come to the back door i got what you like I you know where it's at come Rock and K dot will hold you (down) , Tell 'em Dot If you want us come see us Backdoor procedures we got what you need As our profit increases Walking from Centennial, going home like Straight down Central, got banged on I ain't even have the pistol If death was the issue This shit, I guess it will be a sad song So I'm thinking to myself like down They bust a u turn, so I know I'm goin' I ain't no bitch or nothing But if they just start jumping I got no heat, so fuck it, I'ma start running Before them shots come flying Call my nigga Ralo like hold a nigga (down) He ain't had no minutes So a nigga just hopping fences But if I do get popped I hope he'll be a witness But luckily he turned around I got home like safe and sound Now I'm back to the block Where my uncle was dishing off the rock Stay ducking them cops Cause you know they will lock a nigga For them small grams, or them pounds But they won't stop my profit Or get in my pockets (Even if it means a Nigga gotta) sell narcotics (We gonna hold shit) (Open up shop across) town Cause we gonna get this cream No matter how hard it seems We gonna do it together see were a team (Rock)