Lyrical Breakdown of Wut We Doin (Feat. Cap.1) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wut We Doin (Feat. Cap.1)" 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 "Wut We Doin (Feat. Cap.1)" 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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What we doin'?
What we doin'?
What we doin'?
What we doin'?
Gettin' to it
Gettin' to it
Gettin' to it
Gettin' to it
What we doin'? What ya doin?
What we doin'? What ya doin?
What we doin'? What ya doin?
What we doin'?
Gettin' to it
Gettin' to it
Gettin' to it
Gettin' to it
I am gettin' to the money
Crocodile dundee
VIP at the bank, I can go on Sunday
At the strip club, two girls in front of me
Bend over hut one, hut two, hut three
Polo on my drawers, Polo on my shirt
Polo on your bra bitch, that Polo, Polo, Polo
Every time you see me takin' photo after photo
At the red light nigga photo after photo
Stretch to impress, snow on my chest
I don't like her if she got a 'fro between her legs
I'm a real nigga, and bitches like real
So you is what I ain't and it is what it is
Woah kemosabe, smokin' is my hobby
Woah kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby
Woah kemosabe, I'm matter in the lobby
Then I took her to my room and I got that sloppy toppy
No matter what I'm doing, no matter where I'm going
I am so far ahead I'll see you niggas in the morning
Two chains on my first chain started cloning
If I die tonight I got a bank roll on me
Versace, cheese on my broccoli
Gold rollie on all you watchin' all my watches
Stretchin' out like pilates
Wash it in my condo, suicide doors
Rest in peace to my car door
Look, I am gettin' to that paper ma I'll see you later
Let the top back all you see is gator
Bad bitch with me got my name on her
She got the five purse pussy got the change on her
All I do is fuckin' rap and rap and fuck some groupies
Fuck her with the camera rollin' make a fuckin' movie
Everywhere I go I'm strapped got that fuckin' tooly
Shout out to all my niggas in the hood, every city that I roll I'm gucci
Whole team with me, spinnin', two liter sprite, OZs in it
Double cuppin' then double up got another chick she want to come for lunch
Got a best friend I made her roll up the blunts, don't do that check and
Let the ho get choosin'
South side nigga, ho we coolin'