Lyrical Breakdown of Coming Up $hort - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Coming Up $hort" 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 "Coming Up $hort" 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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(Bitch!) Bitches keep comin' up $hort Fuckin' with Too $hort, Too $hort (bitch!) Comin' up $hort Too $hort, Too $hort (bitch!) Bitches keep comin' up $hort When they fuckin' with Too $hort, Too $hort (bitch!) Too $hort, Too $hort (bitch!) Now fuck around and get a five-finger hand plant Straight across your face to make sure all you bitches understand it That I'm a pimp-mack-player-ass nigga, not a gentleman Ain't gonna be no sucker-ass swindlin' I know ya starving bitch what you gon' eat? Just because I picked you up, I guess you waitin' on me It ain't goin' be that, you shoulda ate or brought'cha ass a plate 'Cause on this date, we just fuckin' 'til it's late I ain't Romeo, Prince Charming or a knight in shining armour I'm only out to fuck a bitch, fuck tryin' to charm her I treat a fine ass bitch like dirt No money in her purse, a fuck is all it's worth Lookin' hella good in the club like a ho Bitch, you need to go find a nigga to buy some mo' drinks At the bar, fill you up with Long Islands While I be all in your face tryin' to fuck smilin' 'Cause $hort Dawg'll never cater to you hoes And if you ain't fuckin', I say "Later" to you hoes So if you bitches gotta plot You better get gonna get shot fuckin' with Short Dawg Bitches keep comin' up $hort Fuckin' with Too $hort, Too $hort (bitch!) Bitches keep comin' up $hort Fuckin' with Too $hort, Too $hort (bitch!) Bitches be like rabbits wantin' diamonds and carats See my car, see my house, and they think I'ma share it I ain't never been a mark bitch, you too bossy Wanna drive my car closed-up, that's when you lost me I tell a bitch real quick, I ain't no Tootsie Roll All you good fo' is some head and some pussy, ho! And if the pussy and the head tight, we fuckin' twice 'Cause $hort Dawg ain't nuttin' nice Bitch jumped in the car, asks me where we goin'? I'm Shorty the Pimp, bitch, you goin' hoin' Fucked in the car with my pants and my jacket on Raised up out the pussy, now I'm in the traffic Now pussy still wet, got my dick in her hand Lickin' all around it, rollin' through the flat lands Stickin' to my script, never pussy-whipped Seein' niggas with them bitches I done tossed and pimped I use to break hoes for Scrilla when I was down now I'm makin' bank rolls for real-a and rockin' town bitches Livin' large for a night, turn back into pumpkins When I'm through fuckin', bitches leavin' with nothin' Bitches keep comin' up $hort Fuckin' with Too $hort, Too $hort (bitch!) Too-Too $hort, Too $hort (hoes can't fuck with me) (Bitch!) Too $hort Now break it down to the beat one time! Ol' school, tell ya lil' somethin' about Shorty I'm the East Oakland player, lovers are mooshy I fuck a different ho a day and leave rubbers in pussy Bitches keep lookin' for some Too $hort nut Squeezin' on a rubber tryin' ta pull it off and make it bust Bitch might lose her mind if I raw-dick her Get pregnant, move her in and make Ma and Pa richer No more player, no Shorty the Pimp I get paid, give her the check and get 40 percent All the homies talkin' bad, head down, walkin' sad Got the broad livin' with me, baby sayin' "Dad!" Sex played out and ol' Shorty's bored, getting fat! Then my bitch turn into a rat I could try to mack again, but the bitches won't want me 'Cause I'm all washed up, broke, fat and funky $hort Dawg is through, people call me Todd Shaw All the rappers who was fake on the mic, got raw Ugly hoes playin' hard-to-get, sold all my cars Now I ride the bus and shit I had a '94 Lexus, Rolexes I sold it all, now I can't afford breakfast I lost everything I worked to be Never thought I'd be a trick, payin' hoes to serve me Shit! Snap back came out of my dream Shit can really happen, if you know what I mean? But fuck a wife biatch, stay away Don't wanna own a pussy, keep the babies on lay-away Bitch thought I raw dicked, said it was mine She didn't know I fucked her with a dildo the whole time Star-struck bitch seein' dollar signs, she think the wad is fine Playin' games so I taught her mine Tryin' to play a player, got caught in a trap Learnt a lesson from the game that I taught in my rap Bitches keep comin' up $hort Fuckin' with Too $hort, Too $hort (bitch!) Bitches keep comin' up $hort Fuckin' with Too $hort, Too $hort (bitch!)