Lyrical Breakdown of Nobody Beat Us - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Nobody Beat Us" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how MC Eiht weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Nobody Beat Us" 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 MC Eiht employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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[Intro]
Geah! G-g-geah! G-g-g-geah! G-g-g-g-geah!
Cmon, It's compton!
G-g-g-geah, It's compton!
Uh, Dub I-N-C
[Verse 1]
Who in the fuck can y'all call along to represent?
Disrespect the west and he talkin shit
Til the casket drops, boy I don't quit
Wit the hammer cocked back, boy too legit
That's gangsta, the only thing I'm wit
Compton hoodrats, every word I spit
And ain't nothin but lowlives, girl go buy jeans
Try to find her a hood star, bitch got big dreams
Man, her and the homegirl fuckin teens
Tryin to make it to hood rich by all means
A true west coaster, gun, no holster
Wit the gang bang signs thrown up at my poster
There's so many motherfuckin in love thugs
Got quick to spit love arrows, no slugs
We ain't doin nothin but shootin up in the clubs
West coast niggaz, wrong fools to rub
[Chorus 1]
Geah, Geah, Geah, Geah
It's compton
Dub I-N-C, Uh, Dub I-N-C
[Verse 2]
In the middle of the street, Let the strap commence
Tryin to fuck wit the best side, It's so nonsense
It's obvious I got the best of you
What's left is the breath of the all star shoot
It's all for the money, What would you do?
Sell out for the shit? Real g's stay true
To my real street rhymers, Reppin lifetimers
Niggaz still strugglin, Fuck them hill climbers
We ain't tryin to outshine, Speak the outline
I could say it last time, The hood is mine
And I gotta deal wit so many jealous-ass fools
Still smilin in my face man, We ain't cool
You ain't earn no respect boy, Follow the rules
Bitches tellin me eiht don't be so cruel
Geah, That's just the way we live
Don't worry, Cause I got extra shots to give
[Chorus 2]
Geah, Geah, Geah
Dub I-N-C, Cmon it's compton
Geah, Geah
Nobody beat us kid, Nobody beat us kid
[Verse 3]
Man I can't stop and I won't stop
Reppin dub s til the casket drops
And if y'all fearin the west, Best call the cops
Symbolize wearin hood bandannas in drops
Homeboys, Make some noise, Ya guns pop
Hoodrats in the summer shorts, Skirts, And tops
Barroom brawls, Backs against walls
Wit a bail of 20 g's, Bitch make some calls
And i'ma stay so hood
Street stripes ain't talkin so I knock on wood
Nigga, I fight the power, Black steel in the hour
Even motherfucker who spit it could never get it
And I'm wit that, As a matter of fact
One hand over the dash, Stop the blowback
Catch a blow, Jack, Oh no, It's not a act
While you face down, Ya bitch givin the bozack
[Chorus 3: Repeat 2x]
Geah, G-g-g-g-geah, It's compton
G-g-g-g-geah, Uh, Nobody beat us kid
Nobody beat us kid
[Outro]
To the West, you know how the fuck we do
Uh, nobody beat us kid, nobody beat us kid
Geah, original, CM Dub, geah
Nobody beat us kid, Nobody beat us kid