Lyrical Breakdown of Dime a Dozen - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dime a Dozen" 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 "Dime a Dozen" 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.
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Why you tryin' to love 'em?
These bitches come a dime a dozen
Why you tryin' to love 'em?
These bitches come a dime a dozen
Why you tryin' to love 'em?
These bitches come a dime a dozen
Why you tryin' to love 'em?
These bitches come a dime a dozen
They cost a dime for 12 and they fine as hell
I done fucked a whole lot but only time will tell
How many whores can I get? How many more can I hit?
I'm in my four door whip and I'm sure she's gone lick it
On my way to the crib with a super bad bitch
Pulled my dick out my jaws and said
You can have this cause hoes be begging
And I ain't got a lot to give
I let her feel on my dick, that's how I got the bitch
Man these all these tales, too short tales
When it comes to breaking hoes, I do so well
I had your wife before you, fucked your little sister too
That bitch you day dream about, that's what I'm fixed to do
They come a dime a dozen, you tryna find your cousin
They said she left with short dog, they ain't lying I'm fucking
Up all night long, you can't stop my flows
They call me too short bitch, I got a lot of hoes
These bitches come a dime a dozen (and niggas do to)
These bitches come a dime a dozen (you niggas do to)
These bitches come a dime a dozen (and niggas do to)
So nigga why you trying to love em
Hold up, hold up nigga see me I'm the truth if you ain't know
In every which a way I turn the niggas try to go
I'm hot like a stove but I'm cool as a fan
That hoe think she the shit
Look here, just ask your man
I pass'em on, then you know I'm headed to the next
Fick game, get that money, then I'm headed to the deck
Hit the mall, pop tags, don't expect nothin' less
Money ain't a thing, plus I got a seven-digit check, like, bam
In your face, I know you play a haters' tape
But it's okay,'cause half of y'all be softin' in some debit cases
These bitches come a dime a dozen (and niggas do too)
These bitches come a dime a dozen (hey, nigga, feel me too)
These bitches come and dime a dozen (and niggas do too)
So nigga why you tryin' to love em (hold up)
I'm young winter K AK AP, I'm a pimp
I got more niggas that Katrina got refugees
But hold up
Didn't mean to offend nobody
But a bitch got more niggas that the Mafia got bodies
And uh, I'm a real pimp, I thought you should know
I ain't just pimping niggas
Man I'm fuckin' these niggas too
Like JV I thought my money would make your toes curl
I am a greedy little bitch, I want the best of both worlds
I keep my pockets fat
I keep my pockets stacked
And if your girl bad as hell, I keep her on the track
Yeah, I'm a bitch (bitch), but I pimp with mad muscles
I ain't a T .I., I got my own grand hustle
Hey you niggas come a dime a dozen? (You bitches do too)
Your tricks come a dime a dozen (You hoes do too)
You niggas come a dime a dozen (Bitches do too)
So bitch, why you tryin' to cuff him
Hey man, the more I try to retire
The more shawty hit me up when pimp see you touch down
We gon' load y'all in a truck
We be up all night while you bitches stack we gon'
Making moves behind the scenes
Still sitting on chrome
Ain't no bias from the past
This is a ghetto four k
And it's coming and drumming and all you fucking bitches
As we call it Hurricane pimpin'
We ain't slipping, we breaking bitches
Taking you bitches for your riches
Got stacks on deck, yeah we keep that low
Say we love breaking bitches and we love matching hoes
We got stacks on deck, yeah we keep that low
Say we love breaking bitches and we love matching hoes