Lyrical Breakdown of Dollar - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dollar" 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 "Dollar" 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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Dollar... Dollar... [Scarface - Verse One] I'm bout my game Can't take shit light Rich today Be broke tonight I duck the pin Cuz I seek the light On my grind My grind's my life My life's my hood My home is slums My boys is deep Hoes is young Funk is here I'm out the way I stash the cash For that rainy day Those days to come My storm awaits I save for now For babenapes For cars and wheels For grills and chains For cows and bulls For screens and bang For candy paint My life done changed My kids is grown I needs the bank My bank foreal I leaves behind A name that lives For years uhuh [Chorus] Big weed and drink Rims and candypaint Fresh shoes and clothes Keep several hoes Y'all idolize Me, I do it for the dollar Girls slide down the pole Niggas trick for hoes We sell tons of dope I ain't never broke Ain't my fault that the world revovles the dollar [Scarface - Verse Two] I dips to clubs Gets major play From major hoes In a major way Short skirts and boots Thick ass with thighs She said it's yours Come fuck me eyes Got hoes with jobs Got hoes with games Got freaky hoes That dance with hey They likes my style And I like they ways She wants what's mine And I want what pays I love these hoes Without my heart I fucks they mind Not private parts They falls in lust Dick game in truth She leaves her man Cuz I keeps her loose She dreams of me Just met the chick She mean to you Cuz you stressed the bitch I takes her home You sweat the shit She rolls her eyes Like the exorcist [Chorus] It's in my blood Been real for deep Ain't changed a bit I claim the streets I've left the hood But made it back Sold cocaine Smoked and i jacked Prophets from crack, bought cockpits and gats Bulldogs and hogs My life I rap Put down in words Dope fiends in packs My block I love And they love me back Homeboys is feudin' Got hate for none I rise foreal I stay with guns I sleep alone Cuz I trust myself Respect for all But I deals in death That's real in depth Can't bite my tongue I speaks my mind That's where I'm from That's how I'm raised I'm cut from that That's how I'm made Can't fuck with that [Chorus 2x]