Lyrical Breakdown of For All My Niggaz & Bitches - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "For All My Niggaz & Bitches" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

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

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Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga

See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga

Who am I? (It's Kurupt Motherfucker)

Do or die (We gives a fuck motherfucker)

So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet

The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet

Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz I'm gonna

Grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!!

So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches

Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air

And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit

Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air

To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas

Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air

And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck

Keep your motherfuckin hands in the air.

Now on a one, two, three who could it be

Comin with a grip of gangsta shit for ninety-three

So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up

And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up

Now can't nobody see me here or there

Wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground

Cuz ain't shit for sale in the Coupe

With the beat flossin off gold D's

And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean

And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap

In your ass, for gettin us all fucked up

Now check it, it's a callin for niggas like Doggs

Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin like hoes

(Yes y'all) other Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all

Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball

I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this

Now how many bitches must get dicked?

Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day

Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre

Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half

Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that ass

So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches

Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air

And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit

Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air

To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas

Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air

And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck

Keep your motherfuckin hands in the air.

You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick

So what's happenin? I'm cappin shit up like a Western flick

The kingpin of the clique, top notch

17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop

The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve

The best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, cuz it's a murder fest

I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we

Another motherfucker, gettin served like some cavy

Now who, drops (ruff rhymes)

I got the Juice like 2Pac

(Plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks

Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt

Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin shit the fuck up

Slow your roll, like your legs was broken

Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?

Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe

Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row

Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz I'm servin and

They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murdering

Yeah

(I'm raw like news footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich

(Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)

Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techniques

So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas

Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air

And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit

Keep your motherfuckin fingers in the air

To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas

Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air

And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck

Keep your motherfuckin fingers in the air.

Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown

Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down

And that's 175 pounds of beef

Beatin' yo' ass down to the concrete

Fool, act like ya know

I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so

What's a girl to do

Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?

Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don't care

Niggas don't give a fuck nigga

About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip bitch

Niggas don't give a fuck nigga

That's why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my

Niggas don't give a fuck nigga

The clique I'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why?

Real niggas don't give a fuck

Now all the bitches, and the niggas

Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air

To all my niggas, and my bitches

Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air

To all my niggas and my bitches

Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air

And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck

Keep your motherfuckin hands in the air