Lyrical Breakdown of Dirty Money - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dirty Money" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how UGK weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Dirty Money" 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 UGK 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 UGK's narrative.

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Say, look here man I'm a rapper, hold up, let me take that back I make rap music but that don't mean all a nigga do is rap But that don't matter I've been labeled, stigmatized, stereotyped There's an entertainment disease worse than cancer, a venereal type I spit imperial type game like Digga from the Squad But they act like they can't separate a real nigga from the fraud Rule number one, never send a boy to fuck a grown ass lady And respect the game 'cause the game is known to be gone fast baby Now It's a long pass maybe you should try diving for it Fools act like they striving for it hit total request live and blow it Knowing ain't a giving and nothing is, see all this candy coated And bluffing is detrimental to our beautiful black southern kids Enough of this man, let's get this here straight like creases It's a never ending cycle and motion that never ceases It's compresses and releases and for the love of Jesus It's breaks the soul, now we forever left to pick up the pieces It's dirty money Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby Every drug I sold was for the dirty money Most of my niggas is dead because the game is funny You could get your life took at the drop of the dime But I'ma pimp till the end and keep my money on mind Most of my life I've been broke trying to save my bread I never ask to be hustling now I watch out for feds 'Cause niggas be talking and giving up game About the cheese, the green, the pills, the coke D's I marry my pockets, so now I chase my queen Keep a thang for the haters with the red beam Every since fifteen I've been a big money fiend Sippin' cold codeine and pulling up clean Popping up at the spot and dropping the top And keep a bad yellow with my dick on rock, uh Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby You can't get no house, no car No weed, no bar, no flash, no show No class, no flow, no help, no love No liquor, no drug, no clique, no crew No tracks to flow to, no pager, no phone No flavor, no zone, no fiend, no cut, no wife, no slut No name nowhere in the game to get me five No nothing without that dirty ass M O N E Y Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby My momma taught me what the value of a dollar should be But everybody I saw balling was rolling selling Ki's In the late 80's niggas pulling up on D's Putting dick up in these hoes and making 'em pay fees Learn how to ride dirty 'cause ain't shit for free Then all them niggas got popped that's all I needed to see For some the dope game cool 'cause that's all that they could be I know God ain't put me down here just to be serving no fiends I know God ain't put me down here just to be serving no fiends Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby