Lyrical Breakdown of Hit & Run (Part II) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hit & Run (Part II)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Xzibit weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hit & Run (Part II)" 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 Xzibit 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 Xzibit's narrative.

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[Intro:] [Hightower:] Baby, do me a favor, call up Xzibit for me. [Xzibit:] Allo? [Girl:] Hello, Xzibit? [Xzibit:] Yeah, yeah, what's up? [Girl:] Hold on one second ok? [Xzibit:] Alright [Hightower:] Xzibit? [Xzibit:] Hey, what's up? [Hightower:] It's Ron, Hightower. [Xzibit:] Ah, what's up dude, what's goin' down? [Hightower:] Eh nigga, it ain't nothin' but a party! [Xzbibit:] Yoo! shit it's goin' down? [Hightower:] Hey, let me tell you something. I got some ladies over here, you know... [Girl:] Hi Xzibit! [Xzibit:] What's up? [Hightower:] He he, see what I'm saying. They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit But listen why don't you do this When you're done over there, why don't you come here and shit You know what I'm saying? That way they can tell you hello on person [Xzibit:] Ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you somethin' [Hightower:] Hey, bring yourself, I'm sure they can handle the rest You know what I mean? [Xzibit:] Yeah yeah, alright, I'll be over there in a minute. [Hightower:] Peace! [Xzibit:] Alright [Verse One:] [Xzibit:] It's a lazy Sunday night Xzibit posted at the lab Gettin' high as a kite Proceed to rolll the light It's real tight In a paper Philly Blunts I don't need It might fuck off the taste Of this bomb ass weed My nigga Tango and Breeze Came thru we blaze a few Together bored as fuck Niggas down for whatever Break left from the bomb Phone call from Ron Hightower Shower at his crib in a hour All the women involved drop drawers Don't say nothin' Just a lota nuttin' Fuckin' plus dick suckin' Goddamn who was that? Half black with the fat ass Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass (For me) My name's Xzibit I aint' tryin' to spit game Just tell me your name And the proportions of your frame (38-26-32) That's right Xzibit now has it poppin' on Sunday night [Chorus: (2x)] I don't wanna save 'em Pay em' or buy clothes All we really wanna do Is try to fuck these hoes [Verse Two:] [Rass Kass:] You knew the game And you still ended up on your back... [Xzibit:] Bitches get laid like tracks Break it down like that With stacks of profilactics Got ill tactics just to get you on the matress like yo [Girl moaning in background] With minimal conversation No time wastin' Only hard penetration Gettin' shiners on recliners Cummin' in your faces Stop! Get on top I take your mind different places Won't be satisfied till I hit every race Color and creed in deed All I need is weed a fly steez Who ain't afraid to take the lead A little dirt on your knees Looked over saw Breeze Laid out on the couch about to let it all out Nigga that's the kinda shit that I'm talkin' about [Chorus: (4x)] I don't wanna save em' Pay em' or buy clothes All we really wanna do Is try to fuck these hoes