Lyrical Breakdown of I Got Love (Remix) (Feat. Fabolous, Kurupt & B.R.E.T.T.) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Got Love (Remix) (Feat. Fabolous, Kurupt & B.R.E.T.T.)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Nate Dogg weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Got Love (Remix) (Feat. Fabolous, Kurupt & B.R.E.T.T.)" 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 Nate Dogg employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Nate Dogg (Kurupt) I got love (Yeah for all y'all unaware) (Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous (Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to) Gang-sta Nate (Nate Dogg, remix with Bink) (Doin what we wanna...) Young Got-ti Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B) With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies Three fo dubs and trees Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's Hit three fo' clubs and breeze The tree flow double trees Don't speak, the deez host publicly Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's Don't know what these broads trouble grief For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze (F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider You lookin at a "coast to coast G" I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside Please believe it, believe it please You gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's I got love I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me Play no games Play no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me I got love I got love for, my niggas on my family tree Down with the ghetto, down for whatever If you was down before then you still gon' be down with me Format ya doormat Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah) Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic Step up and accept it You wanna see the shells shift Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip Like a slick disc and twist Buster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby Got 'em loungin in the lobby Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies Suckers! (I got love) And all the homies round up, throw the pound up Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love) Pros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me Alive to tell this story, and I And who am I, be the agostra Gotti Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers Cap-tain Save Captain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me She can't hang She can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey Just in-case Just incase I, better take a weapon with me When these hoes When these hoes get clever, down for whatever If she stress me some more I'll leave the heffer down in the street (I got love) For chucktailors and Converse C'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first (I got blunts) . My niggas put in hard work Twenty four hours and packs go like front work (I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs Same bitches that strip for bucks (Got no love) For half these dudes spittin Other half don't live it see. I talk about it bitch (I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach You see how I'm eatin contenders (I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original More lyrical, plus dogg. (I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence My times now, eat when I'm finished (As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.! I got love I got game cuz, the game was given to me Say my name Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me Give it up Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat I don't know Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me