Lyrical Breakdown of 2 Of Amercaz Most Wanted - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "2 Of Amercaz Most Wanted" 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 "2 Of Amercaz Most Wanted" 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.
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Snoop) Up out of there
(Tupac) *chuckles*
Ain't
nuttin but a gangsta party
(Snoop) Pump that up G
(Tupac) Ahh shit, you done fucked up now -- Ain't
nuttin but a gangsta party
You done put two of America's
most wanted in the same
motherfuckin place at the same Ain't
nuttin but a gangsta party
motherfuckin time, hahahahah
Y'all niggaz about to feel this Ain't
nuttin but a gangsta party
Break out the champagne glasses
and them motherfuckin condoms
Have one on us aight?? Ain't
nuttin but a gangsta party
One: 2Pac, Snoop
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get
richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey
Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs
Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on
the run
Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome
Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind
But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine
So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit
And put together a million march, for some gangsta
shit
So now they got us laced
Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm)
Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about
to go down
Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown
I'm Losin My Religion, I'm vicious on these stool
pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got the
grooves missin
Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the
cabbage
I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish
I got a pit named P, she niggarino
I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
and I, think I got a black Beamer
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal
Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba
Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfucker
Now follow as we riiiiide
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West
side
And I can make you famous
Niggaz been dying for years, so how could they blame
us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin these, motherfuckin G's
If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant
2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted
Ain't
nuttin but a gangsta party
Ain't
nuttin but a gangsta party
(Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party... Ain't
nuttin but a gangsta party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
it ain't nuthin but a
motherfuckin gangsta party Ain't
nuttin but a gangsta party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
it ain't nuthin but a
motherfuckin gangsta party Ain't
nuttin but a gangsta party
Two: 2Pac, Snoop
Now give me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
Better be prepared when you try to fuck wit me
I bust a flea, these niggaz must be crazy what??
There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the
Thugs
(hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now
dissapear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player
It's like cuz, blood, gangbanging
Everybody in the party doing dope slangin
You got to have papers in this world
You might get your first snatch, before your eyes
swerl
Ya doing ya job, every day
And then you work so hard till ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is
You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's
kids
They tell me not to roll with my glock
So now I gotta throat of rage
Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day
They wonder how I live, with five shots
Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block
Keep a promise see if you're related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, try to get up on it
My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted