Lyrical Breakdown of 900-2 Compton - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "900-2 Compton" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how N.W.A weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "900-2 Compton" 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 N.W.A 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 N.W.A's narrative.
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Alright motherfucker come on
Get your motherfuckin' hands off me motherfuckin' police officer
Hey, fuck you
Man fuck that shit man, I'm tired of you motherfuckers fuckin wit' me
That's why y'all always gettin' bust on, motherfucker, shit
Y'all always tweaking man
Just get in the motherfuckin' cell and shut the fuck up
Shit man, I'm tired of you motherfuckers fuckin' with me all the time man
I'm tired of this shit man, I'ma call my bitch
She gonna come get me up out this motherfucker
Aye, what you smiling at in the corner nigga? Shut up and pass me a cigarette fool
Man, I'm tellin' you my bitch gonna come get me up outta here
Hello?
Hello
Leroy?
Bitch this ain't no motherfuckin' Leroy
Aye I'm in motherfuckin' jail, you better come get me up outta here
It's me baby wassup?
First of all I ain't your bitch
Second of all I ain't comin' to get your motherfuckin' ass
Out of nowhere, motherfucker (nah, fuck you)
Fuck you
Fuck you
Aye, you better come pick me up from this motherfucker, that's all I know
Aye, aye, man what you talkin' bout phone check nigga
You better wait your turn, fool
Aye, come get me up outta here baby, that's on the real
Aw, if you don't I'll tell my other bitch to come get me
Fuck it, I'll just drop you, fuck it
Yo' wassup niggas and niggettes
If you ever have a problem like this
Don't call that broke ass nigga you got
And don't call that sorry bitch that don't give a fuck about you anyway
What you need to do is call 1-900-2-Compton
(Well all right)
1-900-2-Compton, that's 1-900-2-Compton
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