Lyrical Breakdown of What The Fuck - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What The Fuck" 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 "What The Fuck" 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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What the fuck is wrong with Too $hort?
What the fuck you tryin' to make somethin' new for?
Why that nigga keep spittin' all that game?
Why he still gettin' bitches? This shit is insane
All my life I've been writin' these verses
Learned the game 'cause I like to go in pussy and purses
It feels good to be a muthafuckin' pimp
Sometimes I knock a bitch just to do it on the strength
Every time you see me, I'm on 'em
That's how we was raised up in Northern California
She bought it all and if you gotta ask why
You ain't on the case, man, you not a PI
Don't trip, I know what's up with you
You take her shopping and the bitch ain't even fuckin' you
Nigga, you 'bout as sorry as they come
They took you to a strip club and you bought up all at once
What the fuck! (What the fuck!)
What the fuck! (What the fuck!)
What the fuck, bitch!
What the fuck is wrong with some of you bitches?
Waitin' on a wealthy man to come through with riches
And shower you with presents, what's the mission?
You shoulda been a hoe, 'cause there's really no difference
What you want, a marriage and babies with a millionaire?
But not too many ladies get to live in here
You better stay in school
'Cause old sluts with ball players just ain't too cool
Spent all them years on your back
Hella niggas with contracts, they fucked that
Bitch, you got some things on your mind
Used to be a dime and now you ain't so fine
And all the little girls wanna be just like you
They wanna fuck a rich nigga too
You worse than me, you not a good role model
Offer her a shot, the bitch drank the whole bottle
What the fuck! (What the fuck!)
What the fuck! (What the fuck!)
What the fuck! (What the fuck!)
What the fuck! (What the fuck!)
What the fuck, bitch!
So I had to do it all again
What happened to the game? I can't call it, pimp
You tell me, we let the squares change the rules
Snitchin' is cool and y'all trickin' like some fools
What the fuck you niggas thinkin'?
And where the fuck is all the muthafuckin' kingpins?
What would life be without snitches and the feds?
A mattress full of money, two bitches in the bed
It's hard to get around them federal guidelines
Too many real niggas sittin' on the sidelines
While bitch niggas keep playin' a role
You know you not a gangsta, what you sayin' it for?
Picked up the phone and said, "Who is this?"
You got your own label and you're in the music biz?
But you never put out shit, you never had a hit
And never went to the bank to deposit one check
What the fuck! (What the fuck!)
What the fuck! (What the fuck!)
What the fuck! (What the fuck!)
What the fuck, nigga! (What the fuck, nigga!)
Bitch! (Bitch!)