Lyrical Breakdown of Doggy Dogg World - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Can we get a motherfuckin moment of silence For the small chronic break? A-hah, niggas be brown-nosing these hoes and shit Taking bitches out to eat, and spending money on these hoes Know what I'm saying? I treat a bitch like 7-Up, I never have I never will I tell a bitch like this: "Bitch, you without me is like Harold Melvin without Bluenotes You'll never go platinum!" Hey Daz, give me a light nigga We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow Y'all niggas know who I am, y'all niggas tearin' up shit But we got somethin' old, and somethin' new for y'all tonight Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics It's like everywhere I lizzook And everywhere I go I'm hearing motherfuckers trying to steal my flow But it ain't no thang, cause, see, my homie Coolio Put me up on the game when I stepped through the door Some of these niggas is so deceptive Using my styles like a contraceptive I hope you get burnt Seems you haven't learnt It's the knick-knack, patty-whack I still got the biggest sack! So put your gun away, run away, cause I'm back Hit em up, get 'em up, spit 'em up Now, tell me, what's going on? It make me wanna holler, cause my dollars come in O-zones Known for break off, shake off, now take off your Clothes, and quit trying to spit at my motherfuckin' hoes! Speaking of hoes, I'll get to the point You think you got the bomb cause I rolled you a joint? You'se a flea, and I'm the Big Dogg I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin' paws Y'alls niggas better recognize And see where I'm coming from: it's still Eastside Til I die. Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-double G, Y It's a crazy, mixed-up world It's a Doggy Dogg World Well if you give me 10 bitches then I'll fuck all 10 Seen the homie Snoop Doggy sipping juice and gin Don't slip, I'm for the set-trip, to get papers Styles vary, packing flavor like Lifesavers Ain't that something? Talk shit and I'm dumping I had the fuckin' whole block bumpin' Don't sweat, but check the technique. I'm unique like China You'll never find a bomber rhymer than this nigga behind ya So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through 1, 2, 3: you can't see me I'm a G like that, strapped with hit-hard tactics A fuckin' menace, using hoes like tennis rackets It's on again, It's on and popping All I see is green, so there ain't no stopping I wanna see some panties dropping I'm coming from L.A She used to chill with Dre up in Compton (All I ever did was just use that ho Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows) I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs And I smoke weed for the fuck of it Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanatory how I gets wicked But it's mandatory that I kick it Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn Peep, the massacre from a verbal assassin Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action You really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long) Til when? (Til the early morn') And it don't stop, and it don't quit For tha Dogg Pound clique to drop the cavi dough Diggity-Daz out of the motherfuckin' cut once more So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow I flip-flop and serve hows with a fat dick Til I die, I'm still screaming out: "bitches ain't shit!" Now I'm the mack daddy, had he not known about The city where I'm from: Dum diddy dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D-O-double G, the P-O-U-N-D The gangster clique Now as the Pound break it down with the gangster funk I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want Then I blaze up the chronic so I can get high I promise I smoke chronic til the day that I die