Lyrical Breakdown of Pump Pump - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pump Pump" 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 "Pump Pump" 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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Oh sh-, is, is that Snoop over there? Oh, sh- (F- that n-, bitch, my name is Samsnee, you better recognize) Ayo, uh, I'm sorry, I just love that n- He is so fine, his music is so f- dope (man, f- that n-) Ayy, look Samuel, I gotta go pee, I'll be right back alright? (Yeah, aight) Oh, sh- Yo Snoop, what's up Snoop? (Yo, hold on) Hey, how you doing? (Yo, what's happening?) Yo, Snoop, you know, I just love your sh- You are just so fine, and you- (ayo bitch) (Bring your black ass back over, what the f-'s wrong with you?) (Yo, what's happening? Is that your n- or something?) Ay Look check this sh- out, that n-, he don't run me, okay? I'm talking to you, let's- (yeah, what's up n-?) (What the f-'s wrong with you?) Man Yo, n-, what's happening fool? You know the name of the game, yo' bitch chose me N-, we can handle this like some gentleman Or we can get into some gangsta sh- (Well, what's up n-?) Have it your motherf- way (Well what' up?) That's what's up, n- Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump Pump, pump Let the motion of your body be the key, 'cause we Be the motherf- G Funk family Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game If it ain't one thing it's a motherf- nother Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose 'Cause back in the days, on the side where it's at A n- had to have a fat stack And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go Rat-tat-tat-tat, n- slap to a motherf-r face he fall Can't none of y'all n- see the Doggy Dogg 'Cause I'm one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness So shut the f- up, and listen while I'm kickin this Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg (Pump pump) Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg (Pump pump) Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moon And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a n-... I come down with the wickedness One rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!) Close your eyes 'cause you can't see me I quit school cause of recess you f- B.G. I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi Is he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebody When, then, send, some gin And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin In 19-motherf-in'-93 I'm f- up every n- known in the industry Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang You know who I am you know my motherf- name, who am I? (The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smell) last name (D-O-double-G) The behavior and the flavor that I found Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg (Pump pump) Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg (Pump pump) Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat Don't sleep while I creep peep out my technique I forgot, I'm out of sight so you can't see the MC of the year, you hear and you fear I got somethin for them n- in the front and the rear I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride I'm satisfied now everything is really alright You know when I come n- I come wicked Don't need no permisison, motherf-er I'ma kick it N- sweat my sh- I wet em up with the biscuit Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all drop Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks Just stop, rottin on the next n- jock I'm strapped with my glock on your block And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg (Pump pump) Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg (Pump pump) Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg (Pump pump) Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg (Pump pump)