Lyrical Breakdown of Go To Church - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Go To Church" 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 "Go To Church" 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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Yo, if you're fucked up, put your cups up Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what's up? See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler Yo, it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya I'm down with Lil' Jon ain't got to pretend Crunk Juice, nigga run the club that you in You scary motherfuckers don't wanna bring the ruckus You just spend all your time in the club tryin' to duck us And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga From yo' ass, you can come try nigga In the hood, all the way down South I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name outcha mouth bitch We can get it crackin' if it get to clickin' clackin' Look at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt 'Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise Lyrics full of steroids, niggaz paranoid And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts If you a scared motherfucker go to church If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt If you a down motherfucker put in work If you a crazy motherfucker go berserk If you a scared motherfucker go to church If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt If you a down motherfucker put in work If you a crazy motherfucker go berserk Click clackin', pistol-packin', Crip raggin' folio Who the only nigga in the club with the toolio You ain't know? Yeah, you did there it was, there it is Is that Coolio? No bitch, let me in Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors and rappers Hang out with kidnappers and jackers Make money off crackers, can you imagine how I keep shit crackin'? It's the big boss Dogg I'm back in action and smashin' I flash with the bling I surpass the supreme You don't really wanna have a clash with my team I mix hash with the green, I'm the last of the kings If I got a bitch with me, she got ass in them jeans Rollin' through yo' neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean Servin' all you suckers 'cause you all dope fiends Just like that dope man, nigga what's up? You run up with that bullshit, I'll fuck yo' ass up If you a scared motherfucker go to church If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt If you a down motherfucker put in work If you a crazy motherfucker go berserk If you a scared motherfucker go to church If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt If you a down motherfucker put in work If you a crazy motherfucker go berserk You scared, you scared You scared motherfucker you scared You scared, you scared You scared motherfucker you scared You scared, you scared You scared motherfucker you scared You scared, you scared You scared motherfucker you scared If you a scared motherfucker go to church If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt If you a down motherfucker put in work If you a crazy motherfucker go berserk If you a scared motherfucker go to church If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt If you a down motherfucker put in work If you a crazy motherfucker go berserk It goes one for the money, two for the show Three for the pussy, four for the glow Five for the rookies, six for the pros Seven for the numbers of them fuckin' zeros Eight for haters, nine for the 'cause Ten for my niggaz, behind big bars Fuck these devils and they laws Never question the size of Ice Cube's balls