Lyrical Breakdown of Go 2 War - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Go 2 War" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Pimp C weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Go 2 War" 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 Pimp C 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 Pimp C's narrative.
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You don't want my young B.G. to bust this clip in your car
If you wanna go to war I'll take you to war
All that tough killer shit down here we don't bar it
If you wanna go to war I'll take you to war
You think a nigga won't blast cause we rich and we stars
If you wanna go to war I'll take you to war
Don't give a fuck about police don't give a fuck bout the law
If you wanna go to war I'll take you to war
I go with grain gripper, jack tripper is my name ho
Three's company with these bitches knocking jackers out they frame ho
Lac's sitting low, resting on that butter rims
Ripping up my tires cause I'm chopping on them cutters
Avenue blaster if my bread ain't precise
If you playing with consignment then you playing with your life
I started dope game, cocaine like that nigga Face
Ain't scared of no piff, I ain't scared to catch a case
I ain't tripping on you young niggas riding round with screw drivers
I'mma blow out your brain before you get this impala
Yeah you might get lucky bust your thang and hit me
But if you kill me pussy nigga I'm taking all of your
Man you's a bitch and I know it, I can smell it when I inhale
You ain't never been a gangster fuck nigga you been frail
Talking loud, packing guns but nobody cares
Disrespect a G like myself nobody dares
I done put in my work, I done paid all my dues
But no matter how much I gain I ain't got nothing to lose
Don't let the TV fool ya, let the radio trick ya
Just cause I care bout my career don't mean I still won't stick ya
Bitch I do you then flick ya off of my finger like a filter
Now everybody in the hood know Bun killed ya
But they ain't finna snitch, and they ain't finna plex
Cause they know you a bitch and they don't wanna be next
Whats the call homie, tell me what you need done
Trying to earn a few stacks, got a few homies that need some
You know we do this shit for recreation
So if you do it and ain't gone think, show me where they hang
I lost my road dogg the other night
And even though we got him right, still wanna fight
Nigga fuck a life, sometimes I shoot blind
Cause I know nobody give a fuck about me and mine
Rest in peace Pimp, rest in peace Pat
Rest in peace, nigga that my rest in peace tat
And I ain't feeling that, bitch I want my nigga back
Since I ain't a given, fuck everything living