Lyrical Breakdown of Ten Toes Down - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ten Toes Down" 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 "Ten Toes Down" 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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A nigga like me man, I love the game, I love the hustle man I be feeling like one of them ball player niggas you know Like Bird, Magic or something Yeah you know a nigga got dough a nigga can leave the league But if I leave... the fans still gone love me man? Told you I was bout to do it big, huh? Came in this game as a kid, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh? I ain't do it, people said I did, huh? Rap music ain't what's fuckin' up they kids, huh? Gangster rap is fuckin' up the biz, huh? My influence, something that I said, cuh? Like I'm jewish, all about the bread, huh From the sewage, tryin' to get ahead, huh I'm bout to do it, fuckin' up they head, huh? These opportunist, fuckin' up they bread, huh? Corporate America stance is irregular Ready Cuz, rap sheet, impeccable Multi plats, my past What we have here is unprofessional My metal, undetectable, my style, unselectable Niggas runnin' they mouth thats unacceptable 21st street, Long Beach 'til the death of you Told you I was bout to do it big, huh? Came in this game as a kid, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh? Keep shootin', thats what the people tell me, huh Get the biggest dope sack that you can sell me, huh And your homegirl do it, huh I make the whole world do it, huh Ain't no limit to the dog and that's real talk I'm the one that showed you how a real crip walk Resume, document, G-File Recollect, reflect, and let me break it down Take it out the bag, lay it on the table quick Call my handlers, I handle and disable this Tickin' time bomb, made crippin' look fun Can't walk around without your motherfuckin' gun, that's a no no Real hood redemption, my tiny Lokos is really on a mission Niggas runnin' they mouth thats unacceptable 21st Street, Long Beach 'til the death of you Told you I was bout to do it big, huh? Came in this game as a kid, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh? Do anybody in the house remember? When it wasn't no Snoop Dogg? (Hell yeah!) It wasn't no rappers talking' bout the LBC (Hell nah) So its safe to say, I put it on the map, huh So if you see me on the block, yeah, I'm back, huh And if you don't think you know where I'm at, huh You wanna battle, little homie, get your racks up Boy you need to kit kat, make you niggas get back Split you like a kit kat, the big homie did that Rollin' like a rebel though, I'm on a whole 'nother level though My heart, my hair, My G, my seat, that part right there I'm more than a rapper though, pure intellectual Smooth as a criminal, you hear me though? Told you I was bout to do it big, huh? Came in this game as a kid, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh?