Lyrical Breakdown of Freestyle Conversation - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Freestyle Conversation" 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 "Freestyle Conversation" 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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Homey: Ay Dogg, let me holla at'cha man Snoop: Wuz up home? Homey: Word is on the streets, your beats gone be delicate Since Dre did shake the spea's out, man. Snoop: Delicate? Beats? So that's what makes me now? Man, I don't give a fuck about no beat (Now let me shake that shit man) (I hear ya Dogg) (It's a cold, cold thing!) (It's a cold thing!) (For real, hmm!) I got more niggas tryin to get at me than the President do sometimes Niggas be tryin to get at me cos I be droppin funky rhymes What the fuck is goin on? This rap game is made to make money You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, actin' way too funny Doin too much, y'know I see it from the get-go What the fuck's goin on wit you niggas, y'all tryin to play a low pro And tryin ta be hard and tryin ta be big willies or whatever they call it I guess it's time for me to act just like an alcoholic And step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I don't know And if a nigga say somethin wrong, I'm takin off from the get-go I ain't givin no room to try to get me first Cos I done been bombed on before and I'ma tell you, man, that's the worst Fifth in the world, but I'ma keep my thang together Cos I'ma keep makin money and hope everything is still together Havin papers, man, now what y'all niggas doin? All y'all broke on the corner Drinkin your drink, wanna be doin what I'm doin But don't get mad and don't be tryin to play-hate Cos, uhh, takin trips around state to state Representin, uhh, what y'all wanna represent But y'all can't represent it cos y'all got no dollars, no cents I'm movin on, groovin on and I'm movin Makin more moves than the average Cuban Tryin ta get G's across the town, tryin ta make more hits And tryin ta get my game tight and get at your bitch Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do' Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce And she wants to jump in, bring a friend Cos everything is like alphabet, come on in Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on back Cos when you do, we gone be sippin on some Cognac It's on me, I'm feelin good tonight Cos I'ma do mines and I'ma keep everything tight I ain't lettin nothin leak cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught And I can't get caught cos you know how they do it about that child support Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his game tight Gettin 18-point-5 percent, half your life Shit, I love my baby boy and all But I ain't gonna be payin no bitch, no no, no way Dogg I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too tight I'm guaranteed to get away from some shit like dat, ain't that right Cos, uhh, when you play in this game you got to be the real player You can't be no fake ass nigga talkin about you wanna be the man Cos if you ain't with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you And I can put that on everything including you One of every five black males before the year 2000 Will be detained or deceased No justice, no peace Yeah the truth hurts, if you're scared, go to church Look here, but don't cut it, gettin five points Step back for a second, I'm puttin less than five to this joint Hmm, if this is the bomb niggas gonna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics Niggas be trippin but I'll be pimpin I don't be trippin off no nigga at all, no bitches Just tryin to get money, I don't even be trippin off no switches I used to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders I put it down wit me and make a hit maker, y'knowhatI'msayin? I love the Lakers now cos now they got Shaq O'Neal It's time to make a million dollars and that's for real See we gone blow up and show up and throw up nuttin but Dogg Pound Give it to ya ta put it down and we'll be round to your town So just sit in your seats and wait til we come through Until we do just keep smokin grey and blue Or whatever you do just stay true to what you do Cos we gone keep doin what the fuck we got to do Now, follow me now and listen to the instructions Cos the game's gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin ta creep Tryin ta get up on game but they don't wanna be down with the PG All of a sudden everybody wanna dis DP Now, what we look like? Makin y'all diss us, that ain't right I should get upset but I'ma stay composed Chill for a second, spit at some hos Drinkin my drink, smokin my dank Countin my bank, uhh that shit'stank Stanky bank is what I got cos I'ma keep it And nah this ain't no motherfuckin secret Interlude: (Snoop talking) Yeah, we're in drought season Niggas lookin for a reason It's like thanksgiving without the feast Yeah the truth hurts, we're scared to go to church They got me runnin from my life, I'm jumpin gates They got dogs on my ass, but I'm a Dogg So I know how to alert and get wit dat shit The dog run up on me I give him a cold Like nigga back up off me He turn around and bite the police, hmm Game recognise Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes I slide in the back of a garage, dippin with this ho They run right past me, ask me "Have I seen the suspect?" "Yeah, he went that way", now for the jack