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.
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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

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

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

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, 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