Lyrical Breakdown of How We Do - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how 50 Cent weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "How We Do" 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 50 Cent 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 50 Cent's narrative.

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This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love Fresh like, unh, Impala, unh Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums You don't want, none Nigga better, run When beef is on, I'll pop that, trunk Come get, some Pistol grip, pump If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones This red, rum Ready here it, come Compton, unh Dre found me in the slums Selling that skunk, one hand on my gun I was selling rocks when Master P was saying "Unnnh" Buck pass the blunt These G-Unit girls just want to have, fun Coke and rum Got weed on the tongue I'm banging with my hand up her dress like, unh I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs Whole gang in the front in case a nigga want to, stunt I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade Low pro so look like I'm riding on blades In one year man, you know I'm so paid I have a straight bitch in the telly going both ways (Ah!) Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to you just how you like it, girl You now rocking with the best tre pound on my hip Teflon on my chest They say I'm no good Because I'm so hood Rich folks do not want me around Because shit might pop off, or when shit pop off Somebody going to get laid the fuck out They call me new money, say I have no class I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash Boujie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass I put gold Daytonas on that cherry six four White walls so clean look like I'm riding on Vogues Hit one switch man, that ass so low Cali got niggas in New York riding on hundred spokes Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to you just how you like it, girl You know I'm rocking with the best four pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) 50, unh Bentley, unh Em came and got a nigga fresh out the, slum Automatic, gun Fuck a one-on-one We wrap up your punk ass, stunt and you done Homie, it's Game time You ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk It took two, months But 50 got it done Signed with G-Unit Had niggas like, "Huh?" Don't try to front I'll leave your ass, slumped Thinking I'm a punk Get your fucking head, lumped 50 got a, gun Ready here he come Got to sick, vendetta To get this, cheddar Meet my Ba, retta The drama, setter Sip Ama, retta My flow sounds, better Than average On tracks I'm a savage I damage Any nigga trying to front on my clique (G-Unit!)