Lyrical Breakdown of Cruddy Clique - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Naughty by Nature weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cruddy Clique" 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 Naughty by Nature 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 Naughty by Nature's narrative.

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You real worried of the flurries, scared as shit of gettin' hit You'd think a wall fell out ya ass the way you keep shittin' bricks I revolve around a blow, ya be in slow to a quick right From what ya girl's squeezed, could match ya age out ya dick size From now, somehow, comes now, street sound You'll see me toll-free dial 1-800 with a beat down A loss ya can't afford to take, stand alone now I'm the man that come to spank ya ass in your own hometown Watch me heat ya up and eat ya quick, ya popped Pop-Tart Flows to rise ya mind to make ya rhyme's pour and stop-start To hell with all who hates me Straight up trouble, you wait, see I'ma stick you on a cancel list with WHT Ain't lovey-dovey, style is stubby, nobody's hubby Plus too fuckin' cruddy to be buddies And what about the kid they was bustin' him and rushin' him? "Hey, mane, Chu shoulda peaced with him, I never fuckin' trusted him" Oh, you don't know? Boom! Bap! Smack! (And there it is!) Oh, you don't know? Boom! Bap! Smack! (And there it is!) Oh, you don't know? Boom! Bap! Smack! (And there it is!) (So there it is, so there it is) Yoo, hoo To all ya rhymin' motherfuckers thinkin' no one can get with ya Put a dick in ya mouth and when it's out, tell me the temperature I used to be on some next shit, but now some new shit Some def shit when I do shit, some shit you wish that you did Now I'ma pimp you like a punk, bitch-slap you like I want Stick you like a shank, now sit up like a lump You little lily-liver ass nigga, I'm about to lily-lift ya ass Into the river of now you give-a-fuck How I struck when I buck and knuckle up I tell you to deal quick You don't wanna fuck with the real shit I got 118 reasons of nigga's that'll track the treason And trap the trigga, so now ya figured that I Fucked ya flow, stuck up ya hoe! Put nuts to the nose! Guts'll show What up? Nothin', I know 'Cause I ain't havin' all the chitter-chatter Hit you with the pitter-patter 'Cause on these tracks, my style gets bigger fatter All for the action, plus a fan of Michael Jackson Give him dibs, mother fuck who face he bought and put on his Niggas too nosy, talkin' that ol' dumb shit, bum shit I'm the cruddy nigga you don't wanna run with Oh, you don't know? Boom! Bap! Smack! (And there it is!) Oh, you don't know? Boom! Bap! Smack! (And there it is!) Oh, you don't know? Boom! Bap! Smack! (And there it is!) (So there it is, so there it is) I hang with some Killer, crazy, cruddy, smack-ya-mother type of niggas Quick to split a liver if a tongue flipper's against the rhyme ripper Pick a plate! A time, a rhyme, a flow, a feel, a vibe Pick a fuckin' style of your own, stop pickin' mine I don't talk jack-shit that I can't pull, slick So feed the cows if you want some bull-shit Fuck all them tryin' to rank spots 'Cause there's a fright light in their ass They're wearin' jock straps for tank tops Smells like ya ate a midget Stuck ya chrome in front of my face Fuck your whole demo and your gimmicks And don't come up with that "ol' buddy" shit And fuck any bitch that can't hang with a Cruddy Clique!