Lyrical Breakdown of Talkin Shit Ft. B-Legit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Talkin Shit Ft. B-Legit" 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 "Talkin Shit Ft. B-Legit" 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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That's all I do is talk shit, no doubt Yeah I got my nigga B Legit in the house Bad Ass Anthony Banks, doin "Big Thangs" $hort Dog, always representing always talkin shit, big shit (That's what we do) It's been about 15 long years, mackin, profilin Workin up in the booth off some top shelf Long Islands The big Bad Ass in this motherfucker, see y'all niggaz know the half Still representing the O, homey the Eastside, nigga 100th Ave Unfuckwittable, see all we bust is rhymes and nuts Oh yeah you'd probably be fuckin wit them But nigga you'd never be fuckin wit us Me, $hort Dog and B-Legit; see first of all homey we the shit And all that other nonsense you other niggaz pop is irrelevant I rock the shit that's hot but got the ice to cool it down In the town when I screw around nonbelievers layin down Still activated but low, I'm seldom seen With light green and other things that glow, man what up doe? Ever seen no, Take no marine time piece Then I mack a straight dime piece Have her name on everything that a nigga lease, a savage I keeps the deeds pink slips and cabbage, silly rabbit Bitch what you thought? Diss a once a month funky cockbleedin bitch, you gets NOTHIN, yeah! You know I kept talkin shit Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch! Fuck you, you stupid ho Tell me just what you know You know I kept talkin shit Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch! I talk the shit 'til I'm old So motherfucker you bitch god damn asshole I talk big shit, big spit I do it on the microphone and get rich Bitch I'm so god damn motherfuckin cool See me and you drool like you're nothin but a fool Ridin down the strip with B-Legit and Big Ant Drinkin big gin, smokin big plants My nigga big Bad Ass and B-Lah do it big Drink the whole bottle bitch and give you a swig But don't take it personal, that's just how we kick it Pull out a big dick quick and make you lick it And after you finish, make sure you do my nigga Swallow all the cum bitch, and then you get a swigga Somethin that'll quench yo' motherfuckin thirst, head first Talk about yo' ass in a verse What's worse, if I put yo' name in a rap Or get all in yo' face while I snap, bitch? Oh you hoes better watch what you doin Cause niggaz 'round here, we talk bad about bitches, f'real You know I kept talkin shit Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch! So much game, when a homie is tough I make a bitch po' who never suck You know I kept talkin shit Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch! So check it out, freak nasty You think you're fine but you look like Lassie biatch! I bust a bad bitch daily afternoons Stop by hair saloons, and make the sad bitch pay me 180, in the middle lane, I pop bottles Expensive models, do they damn thang Claim they got a little game, it ain't strange To live tucked away, with no sidewalks, so bitch stay the fuck away And you can go play, with yo' momma or somethin Far as drama or somethin you punk nuttin We got top notches, so holla when you see 'em We keep our hoes on display at the pimp museum We sport fly-ass suits, ain't gotta rent no tux We mack bitches everyday, they yellin Pimps'R'Us Now we frequently heard but seldom seen Always makin these hoes fulfill our dreams We keep bitches on they toes, you know they need it And niggaz be still spit this ol' shit cause we O.G.'d it Yeah man, big shit, that's what we talkin Puttin hoes in headlocks nigga You know I kept talkin shit Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch! I just laugh, over and over When a bitch drink sperm like it's a soda You know I kept talkin shit Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch! A straight start demon, whoops I missed Get back bitch we'll never kiss You know I kept talkin shit Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch! I'm that nigga you'll answer too If I say bitch jump that's what you'll do You know I kept talkin shit Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch! I'm Too $hort baby, way too cold Motherfuckin shit, god damn asshole! Stupid hoe Tell me just what you know I'm talkin shit 'til I'm old So motherfuck you bitch god damn asshole Biatch, fuck you bitch!