Lyrical Breakdown of Bang - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bang" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bang" 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 The Game 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 The Game's narrative.

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You got them funny ass colors on, take it off {If you in the club with ice on we takin' off} (I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off) What? (Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on) Gettin' my bang on, red strings on Luis Vuitton kicks, Luis Vuitton frames on Luis Vuitton belt holdin' the four-five You know who I am bitch, I'm Mr. Westside This West West or nothin', get your pistols, get your flag Gangstas we love to sag, we cock it back and blast Like booyaka-booyaka, we lay the party down G-G-Game, Dogg Pound Everybody get down Look nigga, I nurture and breed I ain't never gave a fuck about a bitches needs And bitch niggas try to invade our town I'ma lay 'em down, spray the 'K and get out Say goodbye to the '6-4, hello to the '6-trey He ain't never seen hydraulics, look at his bitch face Up, down, now watch my shit scrape Daz call Snoop, I'ma Crip Walk to get Dre And Blood Bounce back, heat on the track Dribble rock like Wade and bounce like Shaq Throw a O in the pot and watch it bounce right back Like that (like that?) like that We street connected, respected, I gets pathetic When I did it I must admit it, so nigga go and rep it Lil' homies around her constantly on smash mode Lil' niggas with pistols that blowin' out your asshole Bang how we give it, the culture that we live in Fresh out the hospital or fresh out the prison Real niggas for life, the roots of the G tree N.W.A., Dr. D-R-E We not S-T-A-R's, we don't put stars in our shoes Bitch we put the whole car on the shoes You don't wanna see my car on the news I'll "Set It Off" like Queen Latifah, red beam on the nina Bang out, chippin' in traffic, dippin' the classic Dippin' to classics, whoopin' that ass It's hood niggaz ready to get it, your bitch can get it Cause I know she'll suck a dick in less than a minute Cause, I'ma have to show him where the house at Two milli macks, semi-automatic situational attack In the back with a sack, Cadillac all black Like this and like that Bang, broken like glass and plastic Bang out on him with the mask and plastic We got access to massive plastiques Purchased last week, D.P.G.C. Bang Here come them out of town niggas, what up Blood? (What up cause? They don't even know what 2Pac first album was) Should I tell 'em Blood? (Naw, fuck 'em loc) Me and Kurupt three-wheelin' on the hundred spokes (Dash, brake, bounce and scrape) Run up on the '6-4, see the AK's (Bang) like Eazy, (Bang) like Dre (Bang) like Snoop, (Bang) in L.A. (Bang) like Crips and Bloods From now on, wear a Bathing Ape hoody get stripped in the club Like a bitch in the club, watch him strip in the club You like ice creams? Get a banana split in the club No jewelry, you can't wear shit in the club And that go for every nigga and bitch in the club So you better take it off 'fore you get in the club Game and Dogg Pound along side sittin' on dubs Remember that