Lyrical Breakdown of That's Why - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "That's Why" 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 "That's Why" 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 gettin' real on this album y'all
You know I'm hearin' all these rumors out here 'bout
They ran $hort Dogg up outta East Oakland
Moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo' love in the town
I got much love in Oakland y'all
You know what I'm sayin' I been doing this shit for' years
So I'm a tell it to you just like it happened
I don't stop rappin', ever since the very first day
I grabbed the microphone, made a funky ass tape
I had sixteen foes, keepin' ten toes
Game from the "O", an' any real pimp knows
The only love hoes get is what they paid for'
Gimme my scratch, what the fuck I'm a stay for'?
I gotta make moves stack some G's
From the whole stroll to my fax machine
I got money comin' in from everywhere
From New York to L.A., all around the' Bay, it's true
I'm the man G, I'm underground radio can't ban me
All on the air sayin' they ain't playing me no mo'
I go back wit rap like K-P-O-O
From the very first time I grabbed the mic
Gangster smokin' burner, ready to fight
I don't promote violence, I'm from Oakland where the real kick it
You might get killed nigga or make a mill ticket
Move down South 'cuz the town is wild
Now the radio jocks wanna clown my style
I raised too many rappers, you support
Ask 'em who they grew up on, Too $hort
Forget trying to black ball shit, it won't last
If you can't play my song y'all can kiss my ass
That's why the town got rid 'o $hort
That's why the town got rid 'o $hort
It all started back when C and H
Went to T, B, tryin' to playa hate
I flipped a brand-new Lexus, 93
Joda Balls called me up, said, "Ya lyin' to me"
He said, "I heard you an' Ryan got the cash an' split it
If I don't get my cut, somebody gonna get it"
It was 13 G's, all mine, didn't give Teddy Gram one dime
Now listen real close 'cuz it might be hard to follow
Chris told Ted it was fifty thousand dollaz
Sound kinda petty an' it is
But that's how it goes when you in show biz
Rapper's fallin' out, should be makin' millions
Instead of studios, we seein' lawyers in buildings
Then we stop speakin', it started getting funky
I aint tryna hear $hort dog get my money
I ain't never been a hoe, you can't pimp me
I do all the work while you pimp me
I tried to buy him out but right about then
They let the lions out, niggaz start eatin' that shit up
You shoulda never listened
I'm always on this money makin' mission
Sold a car an' a truck in Oakland for' that Lex
Jock loaned me five an' y'all know whats nest
That's why the town got rid 'o $hort
(Don't believe everything you hear)
That's why the town got rid 'o $hort
I went to the freak-nik, straite turned me out
Came back for' Jack the Rapper
Bought me a house, that was August '93, time to dip
I had warrants in the town, and I was hot as shit
Everytime I got stopped, I went to jail
Treat me bad 'cuz I was hangin' with criminals
I wanted to buy me a house in the Oakland Hills
Nice lil' somethin' for' a half a mill
That's was right around the time Chris hooked Dru down
The luniz came through an' them tricks got clowned
Rappin' Ron tore 'em up on the freestyle flow
The luniz ain't ran nobody outta shit
Then they put it on the town, shit got real
When you was in the fourth grade, I had a record deal
You got one hit record now you ballin'
You make one fake album, you'll be fallin'
An' that fact don't apply to me present or past
You can meet me at the mall an' get my autograph
Or you can flash back, if you can do all that
Me Fred Benz an' Freddy Craps
Lina upstairs in hot lips house
It's been fifteen years an' I ain't played out
They playin' Too $hort steppin' on a Chevy pedal
Back in the days we ain't never played heavy metal
That's why the town got rid 'o $hort
That's why the town got rid 'o $hort
Niggaz shootin' at the studio late at night
Seen a Cherokee, started shootin' at Spice
At the E-40 picnic out in the park
People gather 'round for' some shit to start
They had bullets with my name, but we never got to me
See me sucka M.C shootin' at the street
It was me, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a full clip
One in the chamber an' it's blockin' T.B
Still tryin' to be my pimp
I could lose my life or give my money to him
I'd rather die before you use me
I tried to buy him out, the nigga sued me
An' that's where it stands right now y'all
For' those who don't know
Like the notorious say, "If you don't know, now you know"