Lyrical Breakdown of Slangin Rocks - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Slangin Rocks" 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 "Slangin Rocks" 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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Ay yo, 1 time for your motherfuckin' mind (mind) Y'all niggas waitin on me? Hahaaaa Yeah, yeah, yeah 2010 windows on this red Ferrari Hand on my nuts nigga (ohhh shit) Solo cause my niggas all locked up in the pen Here we go again, 2010, 28 inch rims Slammed them hardcore like Lil' Kim Get money, then me and my entourage is in So tell ya friend to tell her girlfriend I'm in the Benz This is a Dope Boyz car, bought it with coke cash And prior this gat, it came with four stashes Get money, fuck bitches, this is my life She blowin' today, in five years this is your wife And you can't handle that, gimme that ace of spades nigga This is a bottle Jack, bring it back to VIP and swallow that Holler back, used to sell crack where the college at When I got low, I re-up where they shoot them hollows at Same hood, same guns, same tee, same one's Who said 'cause I'm saggin' in these jeans that I can't run? Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops Aww, straight slangin' rocks Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops Aww, straight slangin' rocks Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops I could talk about my cars, but fuck what's in my garage I'd rather have a mánage with you and Nicki Minaj (Aww) This is a threesome Getting me some, D.R.E. some, Skateboard P some Starmap nigga, I'm back with a vengeance Call that happy feet but I don't fuck with the penguins In my hood that's a no-no, court date: no-show Got a warrant out but that's just R.E.D. Album promo Tell 'em like Hov, tell 'em nigga come and get meee Blowin sticky green & I can feel it in my kidney Chillin in the wind and ain't got no common sense The way that I'm jumpin and swervin inside this Bentley I am simply a natural born killer Nigga tempt me, leave this fuckin' choppa all empty Yea I did it, that's purple haze lemme hit it Hide the smoke under my BBC fitted and I'm Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops Aww, straight slangin' rocks Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops Aww, straight slangin' rocks Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops I be chillin' by the ... now, right by the nail shop They want Game locked up 'cause that'll make the jail hot Call my nigga Pharrell cause that'll make my bail pop California love, I hold it down well Pac Much love to Brooklyn, got these haters shell-shocked Roll my L's in Harlem, cause that was Big L's spot And its summertime, here go my Hummer line H3, Dre beats beatin like the drummer line Rollin' with my niggas, peace to my bitches Lets have a pool party and go swimmin' in my riches Patent lime, Belvedere, Ciroc & Deziak BB in there with Diddy like "Nigga where the breezys at?" So I can beat 'em, yea Chris Breezy that Right behind the Starmap logo is where you see me at Gimme some, I went from pyrex pots to yachts Jay, we got something in common: IT'S THE ROC(K)! Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops Aww, straight slangin' rocks Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops Aww, straight slangin' rocks Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops