Lyrical Breakdown of Hood Comes First - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hood Comes First" 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 "Hood Comes First" 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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The hood no matter bad or worse comes first
The hood no matter bad or worse comes first
The hood no matter bad or worse comes first
The hood no matter bad or worse comes first
If you ain't knew me, you don't know me
You could be a sign I couldn't show me
Your girl thinks I'm a nose, so she blows me
Praise the pattern, please pardon all that's hard
Overnight, we about to get blown like farting
There's lots of thick blonde broads, big strong cores
Tricks on board and lots of quick-tongued frauds
A lot are sitting on my tip like foreskin
Rappin' quicker more often, and bringing 'em more friends or orphans
To a style they own, flow they could own, so they creep the clone and get the bone
Since I'm the leader of the jump
They should've called me Captain Kangaroo
If I anger you, here's a finger to
Put it somewhere warm and tight
Leave it in all night, now you don't rhyme or walk right
I hate the way that some bring things
So when I see 'em, I'ma up and kick 'em in the ding-ding
The hood no matter bad or worse comes first
The hood no matter bad or worse comes first
The hood no matter bad or worse comes first
The hood no matter bad or worse comes first
I'ma put 'em in the bomb, just to show 'em they can blow up
Hope the fools show up, I'ma brag when I grow up
There's no luck and a quick fast buck when I'm rollin' up with the shim-sham strut
This is the way we roll, we stole
I heard the running man ran, now you running out of fans
I jam jam with Mike the Man
To watch your mouth sell hand, hip-hop with heavy ready the expand
We never sell out, the only way we sold out
We sell out, the shows and we yell out "Hoo!"
And if you ain't know
We shaking ankles, elbows, and any dancers on the floor
Hearing there's a horny girl back
Getting back at rap, screaming she's momma the mack
Licking cracks for tracks
There's only one queen, Latifah, that's that
Ya days when I was bitching and the other 20 on your back
Now you wonder why you got jacked
'Cause if you diss one member of the Flavor, the whole Unit's coming back
Remember that, or get trapped
By the pack in black, so hide ya gat
The hood no matter bad or worse comes first
The hood no matter bad or worse comes first
The hood no matter bad or worse comes first
The hood no matter bad or worse comes first
KayGee's cutting spots, headbutt crooked cops
The hood's hot, bustin' props
Couldn't pop the cop with a slingshot
You played post and boast, we came to roast
Are we even? If you're still breathing, we ain't even close
I.O.U., we drop the 'O', drop your whole sugar-free flow
You wanna write a diss, you shoulda made it so we never know
Now we do, now you're through, the Flavor Crew is after you
To Iron Mike and Slick Rick, slip the Naughty names on the list
And leave room for a 90-man clique
We saw the Rodney King thing and snapped
We shoulda left our homes alone and went to paint the White House black
If radio can't flow 'cause there's no goody-good verse
Tell 'em the hoody-hood comes first