Lyrical Breakdown of Locs - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Locs" 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 "Locs" 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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Goldie Loc, remember this last year
All them bitches wanting their bills paid
And was calling niggas scrubs and shit
Yeah, we let it slide all for the 9-9 but for the R2G
You know we got to come back on these hoes my nigga
(For real, for real) That's real
Do it DPGC Dogghouse Style... Eastside up, check this out baby
When I wake up in the morning
You give me breakfast in my bed
And when I need a little loving
You know you're quick to give me head
I woke up, gave it a good scratch
Call my nigga so I can see what's next
Big movie cracking, Goldie Loc slack-a-lackin'
Bump head in the morning had a nigga crack-a-lackin
So I call my nigga Clean Right
I know he gon' have some bomb hoes tonight
But I got to get this work done, don't trip, the Loc is on one
Watch me get this cake and break bread with my little son
He tried a piece of the money that I was making
Tripping on my tricks now watch how they behaving
Sit down, jump, walk
Now shake the park when the shit get dark
'Cause that's the one that be bomb as this and that
Don't get mad when I call my little bitch a hoodrat
(Snoop Dogg: You know what? Kiss me and I'll kiss you back)
It's 6 AM, she won't pay him
But she will pay me, OG, ba-by
They be on bullshit most of the time
Hosted and fine, anxious like Ginuwine
I ain't got time to be messing around
Let's hit the hotel and straight put it down
You do me and I do you back
That's how a pimp player do it like that
I met you at the club so it couldn't be love
Come to find out you the motherfucking scrub, on the dub
And now you wanna get in my tub and get a back scrub
From Snoop D-O-dub? Ha ha
Hold on, put your clothes on
Bitch, you ain't bout to get your doughs on
Go in the kitchen and hook me up something to eat
And put the TV on BET
Crack the blinds and toss me a LA Times
And roll one of them dimes
And make sure the radio work
And get me some orange juice with the ice in the cup
I know I'm demanding
But I'm a motherfucking pimp and I don't give a fuck
And when I wake up in the morning, bitch you know what's up
You're the sweetest hoe I know
And I'll never let you go (I'll never let you go)
Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
You gon' be my back up hoe (Ha ha, ha ha)
Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
You gon' be my back up hoe
Back me up, back me up