Lyrical Breakdown of Don't Give A Fuck featuring Sanyika Shakur - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Don't Give A Fuck featuring Sanyika Shakur" 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 "Don't Give A Fuck featuring Sanyika Shakur" 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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I got my nine in my pocket
And I'm ready to bust
And if it came down to it I wouldn't
(give a fuck)
About these bitch-ass niggas, I just don't
(give a fuck)
About these trick-ass hoes, I just don't
(give a fuck) i got my nine in my pocket
And I'm ready to bust
And if it came down to it I wouldn't
(give a fuck)
About these bitch-ass niggas, I just don't
(give a fuck)
About these trick-ass hoes, I just don't
(give a fuck) about y'all
Yeah, who smokin'? who drankin'? who fuckin'?
Cause, it really ain't about nothin'
Push the button if ya down with the PG
My nigga Fly did this beat
This shit is greasy
He holla'd at me about turnin' this mutha out
Met a nigga in Chi-town at the Bishop house
No doubt, Midwest Side
With the nutty East Side
Had no other choice but to make it rizz-zide
Now I gotta slizz-zide
Bizz-ack up in traffic i got the boombastic
Hit you off with a classic
That's probably why I catch a
Private jet like frequently
This is ineek-quity, nah it's inequity
That's when you put your money
Down on some property
And get ya chips right
And move like monopoly
And do this shit properly
Ain't none of y'all stoppin' me
Uh huh, yuh caucasians say I'm so amazin'
But all the niggas be
Like "that ain't Nathan"
Hell, you dealin' with a monster
Talk shit, I'll hunt ya
Like a predator, I kill all competitors
Nothin' does a body more
Better than ten shots
Break his bones with the bat
Wrap him in glad lock
Find a stash spot where the
Smell don't seep through
Or alibi the titty bar
The girls well see through come near
See how I drop chips on the Buccaneers
I know you hate us
Heart broke up like the Raiders
Up in San Diego, I got the ticket high
Cause I got to fly way up in Waco
Peruvian yayo, freshly imported
Take a tool, burn ya nose off like nigga
I got my nine in my pocket
And I'm ready to bust
And if it came down to it I wouldn't
(give a fuck)
About these bitch-ass niggas, I just don't
(give a fuck)
About these trick-ass hoes, I just don't
(give a fuck) i got my nine in my pocket
And I'm ready to bust
And if it came down to it I wouldn't
(give a fuck)
About these bitch-ass niggas, I just don't
(give a fuck)
About these trick-ass hoes, I just don't
(give a fuck) about y'all