Lyrical Breakdown of Double Shot - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Mobb Deep weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Double Shot" 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 Mobb Deep 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 Mobb Deep's narrative.

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It's a celebration y'all, let's do it Yeah, y'all, bounce, yeah, bounce Yeah aight? Aiyyo Cats like, "Hav', what the deal Dunn?" Nigga back on his grind, tryin' to kill son A little shorty on some shit, oh she still frontin'? But jumped back on the dick when she saw me thumpin' Straight short nigga oxen niggaz givin' 'em doctor stitches First chance I get, you know I'm shittin' On them fake-ass thugs, stuntin' in the club Don't get scuffed in front of these broads Homey so pussy, what they do to they broad Beat them bitches up if they dance to the Mobb Type of shit is that? That won't stop her from lettin' us blow her back Bounce to that homey we got this locked Like champagne in a wino hand we gon' pop and Hate on you lame-ass niggaz, we need not 'Cause first niggaz hate on us, they get shot Just party, don't get yourself shot (Uh, uh) Leave all the drama back home at the block At the bar double shots goin' down, straight chillin' While the DJ, playin' what I'm feelin' (Pimpin' them hoes) Just party, don't get yourself shot (Uh, uh) Leave all the drama back home at the block At the bar double shots goin' down, straight chillin' While the DJ, playin' what I'm feelin' (Pimpin' them hoes) Yeah, aiyyo, I'm permanently bugged, genuinely thugged I'm hot-blooded, don't have me with the snub All at you with the bullets that spray pellets, you fucked And I'm back up on shorty with the hourglass cut We got mountains and we gon' have a smoke fest son C'mon, feel like Vegas, we bringin' home used paper Ain't it amazin' I'll stretch how we keep bangin' We got thousands to spend on them drinks gangsta Queens bridge, Mobb Deep like terrorists We come through, blow shit up, America's Nightmares right here live in the flesh Our blood and bone be sittin' in Ferrari's and better We out in L.A. we drive our own cars, they not renters And take flights back home to hop up in some next shit While you tryin' to get your hand on some cash We never gotta touch money again, we got plastic Just party, don't get yourself shot (Uh, uh) Leave all the drama back home at the block At the bar double shots goin' down, straight chillin' While the DJ, playin' what I'm feelin' (Pimpin' them hoes) Feel that nigga, yeah, okay yo, aiyyo Aiyyo we ain't gotta lay, we can bang it out neighbor Shit, 'til them fuckin' flamers empty out player 'Cause boy I thought you knew, don't confuse me with the music I'm on loadin' nines up, ridin' up, shootin' it I'm hotter than the corner on the ave out in Newark I'm grimy, you find me where the loot is with Luger's The bodies, the hotties, the hustlers and the shooters With dudes that'll cut ya, that's what eatin' your food is Fools know the rules pull out your tools better buck it 'Cause niggaz be flaggin' and braggin' when they cut up your nugget Knee deep in the grind like fuck it We gotta keep it real son that's only how the people gon' love it And learn to respect the Infamous to the death kid We on another level, yeah, we really on some next shit Got the techs spittin' and makin' more connections Makin' more cash and blastin' more weapons Just party, don't get yourself shot (Uh, uh) Leave all the drama back home at the block At the bar double shots goin' down, straight chillin' While the DJ, playin' what I'm feelin' (Pimpin' them hoes)