Lyrical Breakdown of Goin' Down - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Scarface weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Goin' Down" 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 Scarface 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 Scarface's narrative.

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"Hello, I'm not at home, leave a message"

"Yo, bitch, this is [Incomprehensible] pick up the phone, bitch

I know you're in there, you fuckin' with that old fuckin' ass

'Face now, huh bitch, where my motherfuckin' kids at, bitch

Fuckin' bitch, punk ass bitch!"

Hey, today must be my lucky day

I turned the corner, hit the block

And seen that ass from a mile away

Now where's she stayin'? She must be new in the hood

But I ain't trippin' on that shit, 'cause it's all good

I rolled up on her, and I asked her her name

Ain't a damn thing changed, ain't no shame in my game

She said, " Used to go Thomas"

I slowed my roll, 'cause she just might be

One of my homies' babies mamas

Now where your man at, she said, "Gone at work"

Gave me the look, I cracked a smile and thinkin', "Go on and flirt"

My homies women ain't no thing to me

'Cause if they caught one of my ho's, they'd do the same to me

And furthermore she was peepin' my ride

Convertible, 64, with the ride inside

Super clean with the discs and vogues

Higher than a fuck spittin' this to hoes

Please excuse my attitude

Sorry if I'm bein' rude

But I've got somethin' to say to you

Hopin' you won't lose your cool

I wanna sneak you out to play with me

You can spend the day with me

And we can ride and see the sights

It's goin' down tonight

Reminiscin' on the bitch that I had back in the day

Gave the bitch a call and she hung up in my face

Now thats the pits, she didn't have to put up a front

I stuck that ass back in there and haven't called her for 3 months

I guess it's in me to be doggin' a chic

Can't understand how you niggas just be hoggin' your bitch

Go on and pass her, unass her, send her to the master

Let her take a ride with the Bradster

It cool, don't front, no sex, no sweat

Not even on my mind, we just met

And furthermore, we can get to those

But for now I'm rollin' 'Raris spittin' this to hoes

Please excuse my attitude

Sorry if I'm bein' rude

But I've got somethin' to say to you

Hopin' you wont lose your cool

I wanna sneak you out to play with me

You can spend the day with me

And we can ride and see the sights

It's goin' down tonight

Now I'm cruisin' to the crib with this bitch that I scooped

Parked my Ferrari, now I'm back in the coup

I knocked her boots, your baby's mama put me to work

I tagged that ass from the back and knocked her shit in the dirt

She wanted me badly so I put it inside

She got the front, back and side to side

Back and forth with the gangster glide

Started off at 6 and didn't finish till 9

Hit the showers like I been out playin' ball for the day

Now she's asleep, 'cause she just had her drawers full of dick

Now thats sick and plus she got you stayin' at home

With the kids all alone while she's gettin' her fuck on

So believe me when you downin' the Brad

I'm at the pad with your baby mama clownin' that ass

So player hatin' niggas check the bitch you chose

I'll be mobbin' in my 'Benz spittin' this to ho's

Please excuse my attitude

Sorry if I'm bein' rude

But I've got somethin' to say to you

Hopin' you wont lose your cool

I wanna sneak you out to play with me

You can spend the day with me

And we can ride and see the sights

It's goin' down tonight