Lyrical Breakdown of Domestic Violence - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Domestic Violence" 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 "Domestic Violence" 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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It be her friends, nigga, that's who
It be your bitch friends, nigga, they be
Nigga, they be all up in your mix, nigga
I don't even, ay nigga, she don't love you, nigga
She just used to you, nigga, oh boy!
I can't tell, but I need to know just how you feel
I can't hold it inside I've got my pride so tell me what's the deal
(What's the deal?)
Is it love, or just could it be that you're used to me?
(She used to you, nigga!)
It's been some time, but you're still on my mind, so baby talk to me
You took her, she went from the
Ghetto streets to executive streets electronic beeps
Two-way pagers, palm seven's, M-11's
Illegal weapons, mesmerized by the dope game
Smith & Wesson's, never went back for seconds
Sprung, sprung?
Not on yo' dick dick (but what) but on yo' tongue tongue
Jealous (jealous) overprotective (protective)
Every chance you get, you slack bruh
Domestic violence, she got you whyling
Do yo' thing, I don't understand how you get mad
'Cause you fuck around to beat her ass
And she don't wanna be around you
Now you miss her lil' funky ass breath in the mornin'
Call her up, tell her how you want it
To be in love, you gotta pay yo' dues
The bitch got you singin' the blues, nigga
I can't tell, but I need to know just how you feel
I can't hold it inside I've got my pride so tell me what's the deal
Is it love, or just could it be that you're used to me?
It's been some time, but you're still on my mind, so baby talk to me
Domestic violence, that's what they call it
You don't smoke weed, and you ain't a alcoholic
Ain't nothin' wrong with bein' in love
But you act like a fool when you see her in the club
It's like me and my money can't stay away
Together, 24 hours a day
Real love, but can you tell if it's real?
Bitch, you better tell me how you feel!
L-U-V, luv (luv!) Backwards that spells evil (evil)
Connivin', triflin' ass people (people)
Uhh, kind of soda (soda)
Wife beater (beater), tank top, restrainin' order
All up in her kitchen (in her kitchen)
But have you noticed how she fuck different (different)
It ain't the crevice that you wanna shank
It's me, fat bank take little bank, bitch! Shit!
I can't tell, but I need to know just how you feel
I can't hold it inside I've got my pride so tell me what's the deal
Is it love, or just could it be that you're used to me?
It's been some time, but you're still on my mind, so baby talk to me
I was in the jungle, Marin City
Get some butt, she set me up and never let me fuck!
It's about approximately 20 minutes past the hour
I'm in the Eddie Bauer
It's so comfortable, we can't fuck around no mo'
You makin' deals, you need to clown that ho
But you forgive her, can't live with her
Can't live without her, but you doubt her
Love (love), sometimes spells catastrophe
Elizabeth, Marcia, Daphne
He wanted mo' sex (mo' sex!)
The bitch stole his Rolex (Rolex)
You know why? The bitch shouldn't have been trusted
Do you wanna love her, do you wanna fuck the bitch
Makes no difference, handle your business
If it ain't love, then what the fuck is this?
I can't tell, but I need to know just how you feel
I can't hold it inside I've got my pride so tell me what's the deal
Is it love, or just could it be that you're used to me?
It's been some time, but you're still on my mind, so baby talk to me