Lyrical Breakdown of G's - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "G's" 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 "G's" 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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And meanwhile on the Southside of town Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood What do you see? (I see some muthafuckin' G's) Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood Tell me what you see? (Some muthafuckin' G's) Roamin' in my muthafuckin' hood and thangs Seems to me my mutherfuckin' hood done changed 'Cause niggas used to kick it with the rival gangs But now we gots to deal with them survival thangs 45 in my lap when I'm on the creep Niggas livin' shife, so I roll one deep 'Cause now they see me flippin' in the 1-9-9-4 C.S.I. nigga, black 850 And now they lookin' at me crazy But off-brand niggas can suck a dick because they can't fade me And if it came down to the gun, black I never cracked up on the pressure 'cause I was trained for combat So get yo' muthafuckin' boys together I represent S.A., nigga and we makin' noise forever And gettin' paid at the same time So you respect a muthafucka when a muthafucka claim mine 'Cause if you disrespect, you ass out And they we rollin' through yo' shit in the glasshouse Actin' bad with the flashers on Makin' niggas get they asses on 'Cause ain't no mutherfuckin' love for fools Who come around this muthafucka tryin' to scrub, you fools It ain't no haps on it, hops, we snaps on the cops And straps on the glocks And take the law into our own hands 'Cause you ain't fuckin' with a rookin', nigga You fuckin' with a grown man And we gon' show you what we mean by funk Muthafucka, you ain't see my trunk I got a (SK) And a (AK) And a (12 gauge) that'll fuck a nigga whole day So recognize a real nigga from the streets When you rollin' through yo' mutherfuckin' hood What do you see? Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood What do you see? (I see some muthafuckin' G's) Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood Tell me what you see? (Some muthafuckin' G's) Hollerin' at my homie at the swisher house Scope a 40 bag and we hit the spot Put my shit in park and got up under the tree Pull the swishers out and gave the ganja to three Rapped us up a fattie and we started to smoke Eyes gettin' red cause we higher than coke A nigga chillin' 'cause it's all good And we ain't trippin' on the bullshit, nigga, because we all hood But other niggas don't wanna see it that way But all I got to say is you don't wanna see that S.A. Because we're all upon a mission Killin' don't make us no different and dyin' don't make it no different 'Cause I done been to mo' wakes in this past year Than the muthafuckin' Bingos lost last year So ain't no muthafuckin' thang for me To kill a nigga who ain't fuckin' with the gang with me Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood What do you see? (I see some muthafuckin' G's) Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood Tell me what you see? (Some muthafuckin' G's) Formaldehyde smokin', niggas gettin' loc'ed and Ready to pull your coat and leave your stomach open Scopin', hopin' for you to fuck up and slip So we can have a reason for fuckin' up your shit (It ain't no muthafuckin' peace when they see me) 'Cause we never had a muthafuckin' peace treaty So I know I got to get 'em with game And when I hit 'em with the game I gotta hit em with this damn thang 'Cause it's kill or be killed, never cut slack And if you cut slack, they bust back, fuck that I never give a second chance to pull the first gun 'Cause if they bust one time, that be the worst one And that's the one that can close the shop So you gotta stand and hold the glock 'Cause in my muthafuckin' hood, that's how it be But when you're rollin' through your muthafuckin' hood What do you see? Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood What do you see? (I see some muthafuckin' G's) Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood Tell me what you see? (Some muthafuckin' G's)