Lyrical Breakdown of Don't Trip - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Don't Trip" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game, Ice Cube, William & Dr. Dre weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Don't Trip" 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, Ice Cube, William & Dr. Dre 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, Ice Cube, William & Dr. Dre's narrative.

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Yo, yo, will.I.am, my nigga It's your boy Dre Yo, I-I don't think people know that you know how to take it to the streets Check it out now, check it out now Check it out, uh-huh It's like that, yeah, it's like that now It's like that, uh-huh, it's like that now That black .45, I gotta put it on That chrome Glock 9, I gotta put it on That .38 special, I gotta put it on Never leave the house without the teflon Hop off the porch like Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, that new bounce New bounce, new bo-, don't trip on me Don't trip on me, don't trip on me Don't trip on me, don't trip on me Don't trip on me Nigga don't trip Nigga, don't trip Don't trip, homie Yeah, I'm the opposite of Crip, homie You ain't even gotta ask, niggas know me I make it rain like Tony! Toni! Toné! Aventador to the corner store, I whip this hard Compton God, watch 'em jump over cop cars Yeah, I grew up to N.W.A, nigga And my grannies whipping yay-yay, nigga Come on, don't trip, homie Ice grew up around Crips, homie Where you motherfuckers find this phony? Acting hard, he's a tenderoni The boulevard to the prison yard, I push this cart Westside rolling, wherever you are And I been coming up, and ain't none of ya'll niggas running up Cause I'm quickdraw when I'm gunning up Boy you know the sun ain't coming up Layed that ass down Tryna milk this cash cow Face down, look at you now bitch Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, that new bounce New bounce, new bou-don't trip on me Don't trip on me, don't trip on me Don't trip on me, don't trip on me Don't trip on me Nigga don't trip You know the deal greet a nigga on your knees bitch You heard the talk around town I don't need shit, Compton Deep water got 'em sea sick Murder, murder shit and ain't nobody see shit Bomb weed, palm tree, gold D shit Who that nigga that said I wasn't gon' be shit Cocktail through the window with the indo (It's what this is) We don't stress them innuendos (We) Do what we wanna when we want to (And we) Never hesitated to confront you (And we) Seen shit as kids It was normal to us, I might take you But it might fuck around and haunt you Shoulda come and see this shit Give a fuck about no tours, nigga I want you to come and be this shit Ren, Cube, Yella, Dre and Eazy-E this shit See how long it take your punk ass to leave this bitch Compton Don't trip on me, don't trip on me Don't trip on me, don't trip on me Nigga don't trip Don't trip blood, I make it rain in Compton like it's a strip club I grew up on Santana block, that's where the Crips was My mama house was in the middle of the street How was a nigga supposed to get to school I hopped every backyard on my block Till I got to Elm Street, took the rag out my sock And I could have been a Crip but I ain't like blue that much All Crip school, I ain't really go to school that much I was selling crack on Elm, bagging up sacks on Elm With the ratchet in my Bulls jacket giving you the facts on Elm King Frog and Big Face had my back on Elm We was fighting over territory with the T-Flats on Elm I had to scrap on Elm, that's how I got my stripes Air Max 95s not a scratch on my Nikes 2016 motherfucker don't you pull it Cause I made it out of Compton with a stab wound and five bullets Don't trip on me oh, don't trip on me oh Don't trip on me oh, don't trip on me oh Don't trip on me oh, don't trip on me oh Don't trip on me oh, don't trip on me oh Don't trip on me, don't trip on me Don't trip on me, don't trip on me Don't trip on me, don't trip on me Nigga don't trip Cause I'm bool like that, I'm bool like that I'm bool like that, yeah I'm bool like that They say "Game, why you always act a fool like that?" Cause I went to Compton High Crip School like that I was Blood and I ain't really like blue like that They was Crippin they ain't give a fuck who like that Them niggas jumped me why they have to do a 'ru like that Nigga went and got the homies and we flew right back They C like that, we B like that We trip like that cause LA sick like that We Blood like that, we Crip like that The blunt lit like that, we out When you ready, lemme know When you want it, lemme know, I got it When you see me, congratulate a nigga don't hate Niggas will always be niggas, yep, true That's why I don't trip on these niggas, would you? Niggas is wild like gorillas that's stuck in that zoo, yep What happens when niggas unite and start making the moves Don't trip