Lyrical Breakdown of Broke Bitch - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Broke Bitch" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Too Short weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Broke Bitch" 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 Too Short 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 Too Short's narrative.

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[Too $hort] Whassup baby? Damn like that? Can't even speak? I ain't tryin to fuck, just tryin to holla, say whassup Let me ask you somethin baby Is that a wig or a weave? What you see is what you get If you don't like it, fuck you bitch You look good, you hot as shit But you broke as hell and ain't got no whip I ain't yo' type, I don't care Get a light-skinned nigga with long hair I spoke, you act like you mad at a dude I don't give a fuck 'bout your bad attitude It's in me - I'm laced with game You get a signed autograph with a face to blame Tear it up later when you hate my guts Right now, I wanna make you taste my nuts You hella fine, but I don't wanna keep in touch All I wanted was to sleep with a slut I wanna fuck you bitch cause you got the look A top notch, but you ain't too hot to be shook [Chorus] BROKE BITCH~! You can't fuck with me You can't afford me BROKE BITCH~! You can't even afford a happy meal from McDonald's BROKE BITCH~! Five dollars worth of gas Where you goin, 'cross the street? BROKE BITCH~! You just wanna marry a million dollar ballplayer BROKE BITCH~! [Too $hort] You wanna get you a nigga in the NFL A bsketball player, tall as hell You might get lucky, marry the champ But when you walk by they say there's a tramp Your stock is low, you don't know what happened Yo' baby daddy is low budget rappin You wanna do it big, spoil the kid But you're still at the club out hoein an' shit You tryin to hit a lick - no doubt You want diamonds, all you get is dick in your mouth Bitch, you need to stop and think You act like a dick is a slot machine Are you serious? You can't be thinkin clear It's quicksand bitch you'll sink in here You wanna be rich better stop that shit You never hit the jackpot [Chorus] BROKE BITCH~! Yeah we tryin to get top notchers Nobody want your busted ass BROKE BITCH~! Quit buyin all them knockoff purses and clothes bitch BROKE BITCH~! Always starin at the ground You need to hold your head up BROKE BITCH~! If you had some money you wouldn't be wearin them raggedy-ass shoes BROKE BITCH~! [Too $hort] There's too many women can't stop a player I see one I like, I'ma stop and stare I don't need plans, I'ma take the chance I don't even have to ask the bitch to dance I'm a natural, I don't need luck to win I'm the kind of nigga that'll fuck your friend And you won't know nothin, every time I see her On the low we fuckin, I know them buttons and I hit 'em, most of the time I get 'em I got a million lines and I spit 'em When I wanna fuck, who do I like to call I throw a little party and invite 'em all They never argue and fight with a brother And I like when they like each other I told Polow I'm never gettin married I don't give a fuck if you was fuckin Sherri!