Lyrical Breakdown of This My One - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "This My One" 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 "This My One" 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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[E-40] UHH~! Where I stay they gotta temper they locks Get they hair done down at Nappy or Not (BAY AREA!) No funk abusin the cops Droppin off yola in the Wal*Mart parkin lot (parkin lot) Hustle in our arteries, re-up and re-cop (cop) Cemeteries, mortuaries, tryin to get guap' (UHHH) Drugs, fetti and sex Chicken one day, fed goods the next (UHHH~!) I got a cold conversation Could talk a cop out a ticket in front of the police station My niggaz KNOW I'm a patient When you're funkin or beefin all it takes is a little patience (UHHH) Gotta be slick and sly I ain't gon' kill nuttin, and I ain't gon' let nuttin die Looted up, suited up, rap for fun Wanna hear this black right here? Nigga say, this my one [Chorus] Droop-E made the black, Sic'Wid'It hog Who that rappin on the track? 40-Wat' and $hort Dawg (At the bank they call us Earl and Todd) (We up all night, hustlin hard) UHHH {can't stop won't stop} this my one {We gotta get it how we get it} this my one {Like the beat hear knocks} this my one {Got 'em all in the clubs yellin} this my one [Too $hort] Things can't stay the same Somebody gotta break the chain Put some big money back in the game We havin big money and we at it a-gain But can you handle it mayne Or would rather be grimy doin scandalous thangs? You wanna ball, you can't tell him he ain't Cause if the music don't pay he gon' sell 'em the 'caine All the crack babies are growin up now They got ADD, throw it up and act wild Extra hyper, she asked me if I like her Slow down girl, you move faster than a Viper You're too freaky, you're way too sleazy You could make some money but you give it up easy Can't even get a coke dealer You a broke bitch fuckin with a broke nigga! [Chorus] [E-40] UHHH... I play my position So much throb in the trunk got the CD player skippin (CD player skippin) I'm smokin and sippin Hood life, speed bumps in the residential district UHHHHH~! Pimpin this the anthem Got the Chrysler lips, lookin like a phantom Like a PHANTOM! I burn rubber on a hater If it ain't about yaper I'm hit the 'ccelerator [Too $hort] Me and E-40, we rap for money On funky-ass tracks with slappin drumbeats Pay me up front cause I'm not a dummy Promoters like bitches when I'm hot they want me ... And that's all the time I stay on tour, knockin all the dimes I can't name 'em, the list is long But when they hear that bass shit they say "This my one!" [Chorus 2X]