Lyrical Breakdown of Voo Doo - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Voo Doo" 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 "Voo Doo" 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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Dj Haze and New Dreezy Devil is getting it to the street
All over the streets
Right here on Slap Wall Street Radio so back the fuck off (devil, devil)
The hazing has begun
Time for the re-up
Since everybody wanna be us
Then G up
Blaze the motherfuckin' weed up
Time for the re-up
Since everybody wanna be us
Then G up
Blaze the motherfuckin' weed-weed up
Everywhere we go they showin' us love
And by the time we leave they throwin' up dubs
I've been in this shit, almost got 10 in this shit
Your favorite rapper I done been in his bitch
Who showed you how to put gold D's on a Bentley?
The nigga that showed me, he from Eastside 20's
I'm the West Coast Don, the Compton phenom
That drop bombs on you niggaz, nothin' but dope rhymes
I was coached by the O.G.'s, taught to stay low-key
Now everybody know me, Mr. Fuck the Police
Unite the Coast, bury the snitches
All my niggaz got two strikes and they stare at your bitches
Like what the fuck you gon' do when niggaz run up on you
With a gun up on you and pull the trigger, nigga?
Welcome to California
Just enjoying time with my family and uh, my friends
And, you know, just readying myself for my next last album
Done, yeah? Last album, one more and I'm gone
I think three, you know, three classic albums are good for me man, you know, I got my point accross
I was, you know, a prominent figure on the West Coast and even a more bigger
You know, a more big, uh, I was a bigger figure
A figure and uhm, hiphop as a whole I think I made my impact
And, you know, enough for my name to be said, remembered
And, you know, uhm, Dr. Dre working with Em
And, you know, him, you know, moulding me
And helping place me amongst hiphop's solid emcees
Is good enough to me man, you know?
Done, yeah, last album