Lyrical Breakdown of Low Down And Dirty (TRU) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Low Down And Dirty (TRU)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Master P weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Low Down And Dirty (TRU)" 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 Master P 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 Master P's narrative.

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Yo, man, what's up, you know what I'm sayin'? We wanna fuckin' ball I'm bout to get buck wild and go stupid in this mothafucka You know what I'm sayin'? We gettin' cool and shit, you know what I'm sayin'? We makin' cool records Now it's time to show these mothafuckas we can get stupid too If they wanna get stupid, you know what I'm sayin'? So, you know what I'm sayin'? K, you the first one up on this mothafucka So, you know what I'm sayin'? Why don't you kick a lil flavor And let them mothafuckas hear what you talkin' bout Like you low down and dirty It's the K, the I, the N to the G Everybody in this town should know me You know, the mothafuckin' psycho Better yet, the nigga who's a cut throat Cops try to cage me, niggas try to fade me Unknown mothafucka really don't phase me You know the deal, I'm really really crazy Every day, I wear a damn daisy Raised in the projects, labeled as a reject Cops roll through, to break a nigga neck See, shit like that just makes me mad Bitches wanna see me in a big black bag Cause a nigga like me got big big balls When I roll through your school, you better clear the hall Cause I'm down for the jack play, better yet the crack play I'm lookin' for your boy, he's holdin' me my back pay I'm on the crooked line cause my life is not dirty In other words, nigga, I'm low down and dirty Damn, I hear what you sayin', K You know what I'm sayin'? What about you, Chilly Powdah? What you got to say? You know what I'm sayin'? What you tellin' these mothafuckas? Spit it up Creep out the window, get in an undercover Pinto My homies smokin' indo dank, now just think Some niggas bout to come up short and get ganked The neighborhood hoodlums jack your jewels and then shank The difficult problem givers deliver in a mean wagon Shank 'em and yank 'em and bank 'em Serve 'em like I'm ass taggin' Pussy now wishin', continue suckin', I killed a bitch I'm out to get a nut so shut the fuck up and suck the shit Continue the menu, it's nothin' nothin' but nuttin' that's comin' Suckin' and suckin', don't give a fuck and the nut's runnin' Sloppin' and slobbin' and blow jobbin' like Robin the Ripper Rippin' and slippin', tongue tippin' and zippin' my zipper Slappin' and jabbin', cum nappin' and havin' to crawl Straight up, I didn't have to wait up, now lick my balls Bout to be my nigga, squeeze the trigger on the pump and switch I slam my ass in the ditch with the garbage and shit I'm untouchable, nigga, you can't hurt me I'm Chilly Powdah, and I'm low down and dirty Yeah, you know what I'm sayin', Chilly Powdah? You know what I'm sayin'? I got somethin' to tell these mothafuckas how I started off How we got low down and dirty, you know what I'm sayin'? Check it out My life as a criminal started as a youth Pops said, "Take out the trash," I said, "Fuck you" Then I'm gone and gone, gone and gone And ever since then, never even been home Took to the streets like a car in the fast lane Robbed a dope house, stole a ki of cocaine 36 Ounces, bagged it up and on the run Moved to the Rich, got 8 for everyone Livin' the life like a nigga that don't care Pops so petty ass job is like welfare I'm sendin' money to moms each and every day Now who the fuck say crime don't pay? I'm rollin' hard with the top down Daytons on the Benz, a sucker wanna be chopped down I lost my brother in the mix of a battle Murder in my eyes so watch my gat rattle Kill a mothafucka quick and say fuck the cops Spit some lyrics cause I can't be stopped