Lyrical Breakdown of Good Life - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Good Life" 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 "Good Life" 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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Yeah, we balling, baby (as we proceed)
That's right (to give you what you need)
Oh, you ain't know, we gonna tell you how it is
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody wanna be by your side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody wanna be by your side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
You thought it was a fad, you really can't understand rap
How these young playas come up and live fat
Big houses, cars, watch the homies bubble
Do a lot of good but can't stay out of trouble
They call you boss 'cause he's the president
He bought a lot of stuff you could never get
Take us to the game you wanna see my bus
But all the little kids wanna be like us
When they get home and turn the TV on
It's Too $hort, baby, on the microphone
I see a lot of styles when I'm watching videos
Looking at the background, talking about the hoes
Then the R'n'B cats incorporated rap into their program
(What happened to the slow jams?)
We dropping platinum, number one
Bitch, that's how it's done
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody wanna be by your side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody wanna be by your side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
Lil' homie went to school every day, he knew what he wanted
Wa'n't trying to be a thug, wa'n't trying to get blunted
It was all a dream, but there's certain things
You gotta do, like do good in school
His best friend wouldn't listen, didn't make good grades
Coach kicked him off the team, wouldn't let him play
So he stopped going to school, he started hangin' with some G's
Drinkin' beer, smoking weed
Two years later, one went to college
Quick, he got a basketball scholarship
His homeboy was in the hood, one day got arrested
Send him to the pen, they say he got molested
Jealous, 'cause his old friend took the right path
Watching ESPN, I saw him in the draft
Now he got a V-12 sittin' on dubs
That's how it is when ya what
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody wanna be by your side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody wanna be by your side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
She used to be a nerd on the honor roll
A four eye conesour, books kinda short on looks
A latch key kid, best friend was her computer
In high school, nobody wanted to do her
When she graduated from college, she got paid
Got a good job, now, she got it made
Gots some contacts and let her hair down
She gots the legs and the walk that'll make you stare her down
You better get your shit together, you running out of time
Somethin' on your mind, you need to stop lyin'
You ain't balling like her, you can't get into the party
Out in Beverly Hills tryna flip a Ferrari
Butcha credit ain't cool and you got declined
He said, "You're welcome" and, but you come back anytime
But me, I'm spending cash for this bitch
And that's just the way it is
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody wanna be by your side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody wanna be by your side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Such a good life, good life