Lyrical Breakdown of G Funk Intro - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "G Funk Intro" 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 "G Funk Intro" 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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Yeah... This is another story about dogs For the dog that don't pee on trees, is a bitch So says Snoop Dogg, get your pooper scooper 'Cuz the nigga's talkin' shit Aroof! I'm sippin' on Tanqueray With my my mind on my money and my mouth in the ganjahy R-A-G to the motherfuckin' E Back with my nigga S-N double O-P Yeah, and ya don't stop Rage in effect I just begun to rock I said yeah, and you don't quit Hey yo Rage would you please drop some gangsta shit I rock ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs Handcuffed as I bust 'bout to tear shit up Oh what did ya think I, could never think I Would be the one to make you blink out, I catch you like Inca Never will there ever be another like me Um you can play the left, 'cuz it ain't no right in me Out the picture out the frame out the box I knock 'em all Smack 'em out the park, like A Friendly Game of Baseball Grand, slam, yes I am Kickin 'up dust and I don't give a god DAMN! 'Cuz I'm that lyrical murderer Pleading guilty, you know for my skills I'm about to be Filthy large, Rage in charge You know what's happenin' don't try to play large This ain't no Re-run, see hun, don't ya wanna be one A cover, word to wreck ya, 'cause I never get my vocals I'm loco, close to Constatanople, uhhh! I'll make 'em go coo-coo for my Cocoa Puffin' stuff, aiyyo Snoop, you're up Let these niggaz know that niggaz don't give a fuck! This is just a small introduction to the G Funk Era Everyday of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror And I see motherfuckers tryin' to be like me Every since I put it down with the D-R-E Foamin' at the mouth and waggin his tail Searchin through the yards with a keen sense of smell Lookin for the business in heat And when he find it he'll be sniffin' her seat We travel in packs and we do it from the back How else can you get to the booty? We do it Doggystyle, all the while we do it Doggystyle Yo motherfuckin' hoes!!! He fucked the fleas off a bitch He shaked the ticks off his dick And in the booty, he buries his motherfuckin' bone And if there's any left over He'll roll over and take a doggy bag home Damn, that Tanqueray is talkin' to a nigga I ain't bullshittin', one of y'all niggaz gotta get it Man I got ta piss Breath test?