Lyrical Breakdown of Funky Lil Aggin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Funky Lil Aggin" 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 "Funky Lil Aggin" 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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[2Low] You can call me T double o to the L-o-double, yo I'm 2Low, that funky little niggaroe Coming back with a brand new cut And you can new jack swing on MY nuts Cause I got the shit so tight A young nigga doing damage to the mic (you sho' right) I'm 13, but I ain't dumb So bring it on if you motherfuckers want some Cover your dome because it's on once again And I'm a young nigga that's known to win I got my street sense from these motherfucking streets, bitch And I'm coming real, cause I ain't fucking with that weak shit Pass me the joint and let me kick it for the old folks All the O.G.'s back in the hood that once sold dope Jamming ? I'm leaving on the next train Running the game, so when I'm gone I be set, mayn Got a bank account, so I can stack some g's And have nice things like Cutlass on d's Fresh candy paint, chicken shit live And fucking with this whip before I'm old enough to drive My teacher can't stand me cause I give him no respect I ain't saying "M'am, yes M'am" until you're signing me a check So you can miss me with that motherfucking bum shit I'm getting paid making maze, fuck the dumb shit You ain't my mother and I ain't your fucking son So in reality, bitch, you gets none I'm getting busy on this motherfucking track for ya Funky, cause I'm the funky little nigga (Nigga, nigga) Cause I'm the funky little, nigga (Nigga, nigga) He-he-he Cause I 'm a funky little nigga (Nigga, nigga) (Nigga, nigga) [2Low] Here we go once again with the real shit Throw your hands in the air if you can feel this I bring styles after styles after styles, dukes I can't be faded with the shit, cause I'm a young troop I sport them Nikes, not the Reeboks or K-Swiss And while I'm on the subject of feet, let me say this I kick ass like I'm Bruise Lot And let me squash this shit: real niggas do die Give it to me, baby, let me show you what that Deuce like Let me hit the swisher and let me show you what my juice like Ripping up shit in '93 like a chainsaw Making niggas say, "Goddamn, that little nigga raw!" And I can square the shit off right I'm straight from ?Warm Cloth? where these niggas don't fist-fight They got they motherfucking pistols shooting shit up Just enough to get your punk ass lit up It's not about the set I claim, cause I don't bang I'm just a nigga from the hood who let his nuts hang And I can give a motherfucker about a nigga if he's bigger I'm 2Low, bitch, the funky little nigga (Nigga, nigga) He-he-he [Scarface] You'se the funky little what? [2Low] The funky little, nigga (Nigga, nigga) [Scarface] You'se a funky little nigga (Nigga, nigga) He-he [2Low] The funky little nigga (Nigga, nigga) [Scarface] Let me see if you can fuck with this since you're so funky Where is Cedric? Where is Cedric? [2Low] Here I am Here I am [Scarface] How are you today, Sir? [2Low] Very high, I thank you [Scarface] Smoke one, fool [2Low] You smoke one, fool [Scarface (2Low)] Well, it's Face kicking shit with the funky little nigga (I'm the funky little nigga and I'm steady getting bigger) Pass the killer, little nigga, let me hit me some dank (Pass the bottle, motherfucker, let me hit me some drank) I passed the forty to my partner, now he's ready to roll (Crank it up, damn fool, cause I'm ready to go) I be the Face (I be the Low) and we the real deal Knocking niggas on they ass like we Evander Holyfield (Fucking up the beat is what I'm known for) And the funky little nigga is who this motherfucker song's for Once upon a time there lived Lucky Lucky got fucked because Lucky tried to fuck me (Tried to fuck you how?) Hey yo, I gave the boy some shit He came up short, then he got his ass sidekicked Had to cut him up like a tractor Pick-pick-pick motherfucker, I holler atcha (But you ain't gotta fuck with that snow no mo') Why you say that, Low? (Cause I'm the funky little niggaroe) I couldn't hear you You'se the funky little what? (I'm the funky little, nigga) (Nigga, nigga) I'm the funky little, nigga (Nigga, nigga) (Nigga, nigga)