Lyrical Breakdown of You Say It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "You Say It" 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 "You Say It" 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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You say you down, is you really down for me? Yeah
You say you really wit' it, shorty, gotta show me, yeah
Picture a youngster with nothing but visions of prison life
No more chances, circumstances of livin' trife
No more weed or Hennessy when you ride out
And all you wanna be is free when the lights go out
Rememberin' the way we used to kick it
Used to holler at the hoes, just see if they was wit' it (yeah, they wit' it)
On the block it's like a robbery
Pocket full of money, but ain't nobody stoppin' me
I'm Dogg, baby, see me runnin' out the back door
Seen you tryna creep and get some head from a crack ho
You better be careful, all the things you do
'Cause you're hated by many and loved by few
I give a fuck what you think of me, or what I got
You gon' take my shit? Nah, nigga, you're not
I bling bling, every time you see my top like Don King
You motherfuckers ain't gon' say a thing (won't say shit)
You say you down, is you really down for me? (Down for me)
Is he my homie or he only plottin' on me? (Plottin' on me)
You say you really wit' it, shorty, gotta show me (you gotta show me)
You can't just talk it, pimpin', you gotta show me (you gotta show me)
You say you down, dawg, you down, ain't gon' ever change (ain't gon' change)
If you get jammed, promise you won't ever say my name (say my name)
You say you down for me, nigga, then don't switch on me
You say you down, boy, call me for no bitch, homie
You keep talkin' that shit now (what?)
We 'bout to shut this motherfucker down
(What's wrong?) Nigga, what's up now?
He just fell on the ground, fuck that clown
I'm bound to shoot his ass a few more times
I hope you don't mind, I won't do no time
I'm not the only homicidal maniac on the street
Spray four, lay low, then I'm back on my feet
I do the same thang with my gang, we ain't playin'
That ain't paint, them bullets made that red stain
Died like a bitch, face down, ass up
9-1-1 wasn't fast enough (what's the problem?)
We really need to stop all this dumb shit
You make it so we can't have no more fun, bitch
You act hard, but really that's some bitch shit
Shot up the spot, now can't nobody get rich (that's fucked up)
You say you down, is you really down for me? (Down for me)
Is he my homie or he only plottin' on me? (Plottin' on me)
You say you really wit' it, shorty, gotta show me (you gotta show me)
You can't just talk it, pimpin', you gotta show me (you gotta show me)
You say you down, dawg, you down, ain't gon' ever change (ain't gon' change)
If you get jammed, promise you won't ever say my name (say my name)
You say you down for me, nigga, then don't switch on me
You say you down, boy, call me for no bitch, homie
Used to be my homie, now he's snitchin' on me
Talkin' to them folks, givin' out his testimony
I'ma ride solo fo sho with the fo'-fo' by myself in my four-door
I could smell paper from a mile away
And undercover cops, I ain't got time to play
I put it down and make a grip
And shorty, you ain't sayin' shit, 'cause doin' time ain't payin' shit
Just tryin' to keep from goin' under
That's the name of the game, it's called divide and conquer
And the stage is set for the grand finale
But it ain't gotta be a shootout in the alley (bitch, you hella scary)
That's the reason I don't ride deep
You never know, your homeboy might be weak
You can't have too many all in your business
Next year up in court he's a material witness, fuck that
You say you down, is you really down for me? (Down for me)
Is he my homie or he only plottin' on me? (Plottin' on me)
You say you really wit' it, shorty, gotta show me (you gotta show me)
You can't just talk it, pimpin' (you can't just talk it), you gotta show me (you gotta show me)
You say you down, dawg, you down, ain't gon' ever change (ain't gon' change)
If you get jammed, promise you won't ever say my name (say my name)
You say you down for me, nigga, then don't switch on me
You say you down, boy, call me for no bitch, homie