Lyrical Breakdown of I Do It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how 2 Chainz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Do 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 2 Chainz 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 2 Chainz's narrative.

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Thank God for the first nigga started trapping Thank God for the first nigga started rapping Thank God for the first girl to start stripping And I'mma have to keep it muhfucking real with 'em I got a problem with these niggas I got a problem with these bitches Trigger finger keep itchin' I pull it, I do it Hang up on a bitch, call it crucified Time to go to work, no suit and tie Bumpin' Makaveli, I be trappin' at the telly My nigga did a dime and he back already Got that sack already, man we got them racks already As far as your girl, I hit it from the back already I tried to get a tan, but I'm black already Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already Three niggas with me, me myself and I God don't like ugly, you should testify My T-shirt come from Bergdorf I make so much on a I take a third off Bird call, swerve off Bust a nut on her, tell her that's a load off Shorty ass soft, like a Nerf ball If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga, fuck y'all Thank God for the first nigga started trapping Thank God for the first nigga started rapping Thank God for the first girl to start stripping And I'mma have to keep it muhfucking real with 'em I got a problem with these niggas I got a problem with these bitches Trigger finger keep itchin' I pull it, I do it Drank in my cup, hope this shit don't spill Pull up in the new edition and that's word to Johnny Gill How I come up with this shit and all these s that I kill I have no imagination, everything I do for real Bitch I'm camouflage down put your camera phone down If she got an ass and the girl a fan, it's going down I'mma fuck you like I've been waiting a century for it Give the pussy up and I'll trade you the memory for it In the bedroom forever that's what her roommate will tell you Man I just hear this shit and think about what Tunechi will tell you He might call up Patricia, she 'bout to call up Melissa Tell 'em come to the crib and do them both, double dribble I'm colder than a hospital, she love the dick that I give her Hit her from the front, back, side, twist her like cigarillos I put the gun to the pillow, I don't want blood on my clothes Gotta keep that Trukfit fresh, shoutout to all of my hoes Tunechi... That's just how my OG would sum it up I been working all winter just to fuck the summer up It's just me and 2 Chainz, but the chain's never tucked though If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga fuck y'all Thank God for the first nigga started trapping Thank God for the first nigga started rapping Thank God for the first girl to start stripping And I'mma have to keep it muhfucking real with 'em I got a problem with these niggas I got a problem with these bitches Trigger finger keep itchin' I pull it, I do it Well, if you know like I know that pussy pop like pyro And she know I'm a pothead, that pussy like a pothole I'm colder than the snot nose, man all these hoes is my hoes If she bougie fuck her once then leave her hanging, dry clothes I just built a cemetery, niggas dying to get in Niggas lying, they pretend Don't cross that line its paper thin High as a star, make a wish I'm a shark, I ate the fish I got no heart, I hate that bitch You hate that bitch, well I hate that bitch Will jump a nigga like a chessboard Do a drive by while you're riding on your skateboard They ain't even know it Have Drake sing a song just to get her pussy wet Then I take her to the crib Man fuck that bitch right on the step Put it in and take it back out, then I back out Hair weave killer known to snatch the fucking track out Put me in the game coach, I'm the antidote Pull up, kick, throw and take the money and the dope True, 2 Chainz, I'm on a plane and a boat I am so cold I need a cover and a coat Kick it at the mall, call it football If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga, fuck y'all Y'all ready? 1, 2, 3 Right now it's me time A little time for myself, me time Oh yeah, right now it's me time Don't want no one else now, me time Bitch please don't call my phone, don't call my phone Said I wanna be left alone, be left alone Please, please don't stop by my home No, no cause I feel it's just matter of time Till you people make me lose my mind I'm 'bout to leave this world behind Right now it's me time You need to go kick rocks now Me time