Lyrical Breakdown of Southside - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Southside" 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 "Southside" 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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(feat. Lil Scrappy) Why'all don't want it with the southside (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Why'all don't want it with the southside (Aint nothin, ain't nothin, ain't nothin, ain't nothin, ayy) Why'all don't want it with the southside (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, crank it) Why'all don't want it with the southside (ayy, ayy, ain't nothin, ain't nothin, ayy) [Verse 1 - Lil Scrappy] Ill leave your ass cripled Like some frosted flakes What you call it sneakin up Tha man Jake the snake Every nigga on the street Got something to say Until they get sprayed in the face With a gay like mase I don't hate the fagget Lets get dashed and crunk I was lifted by a precher So my mom pushed weight Now I hooked up wit game Real nigga with flame He show me cali love And I ain't in no game Every nigga that role wit me Betta keep it G'd Ill put the verdebrate Push a DDT Lets get the sippi Why'all niggas ain't even gifted Bust a shot at your chin Your top getting lifted G's up get your G's up Scrappy with your weed up I fuck with g-unit So why'all sake get they ass lumped Your homeboy really going Through something I can't change I fuck hoes that would make Mya look lame [CHORUS] [Verse 2 - Game] The reallest of niggas I role wit them killas (yeah) The world gotta feel us My clique is gorilla You niggas in trouble I'm in the track with be -M-E cliqueing You ain't gotta know I'm sigend to Dre to know that he sick P-89 that's what I handle my beef with Put them hollow tips under your arms Like speedstick Ride through your hood In a blue impala Like we crips Roll down the tints, G-Unit I'm a head busta, lil scrappy When the lead touch ya And they ain't no coming back when you dead fucker Sleep in your earn And get eaten by worms Trying to fight a fire with Bottled water heat and get burned They tampered my phones Like D-are-E and the firm 'cause I'm buzzing like WuTang And it ain't even my turn So who it may concern You'll get your whole mouth wide Fuckin with them gang bangers In the SOUTHSIDE [CHORUS] [Outro - Lil Scrappy (Game)] Hey hold the muthafucker up mi nigga (hold up) This your boy little scrappy shorty (BME) A-town (A-town) Mi nigga game (Comptown) You know, its westside (G-G-G-G) in this bitch They want (G-G-G-G-G-G Unit) to get that ass hit They want to get that ass hit Ayy, ayy, ayy, (G-G-G-G) Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga I'm for real Nah not me nigga [CHORUS] SOUTHSIDE [X2]