Lyrical Breakdown of Do Ya Thing (Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Do Ya Thing (Remix)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Cam'ron weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Do Ya Thing (Remix)" 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 Cam'ron employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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This is a remix
Dipset, Killa Cam, duke da God
I make cheddar that's cheddar, you gotta say bravo
Ma mess with me, I'm better than lotto
Got more than a million, fuck a dollar and a dream
You don't even need a dollar, holla at the team
Chicken, cornbread, collared on your greens
Mansions, cars, Prada on your jeans
Hell in Harlem, I'm poppin' up in Queens
Brooklyn, the Bronx, hoppin' on the scene
And you're not from the regime and I'm popular with fiends
No gossip they cop it, crotched up in a lean
Cars I cop it, crotched up and I lean
Seventy five, dropped it on a Beam
And you love the way I'm bouncin' it, weed I roll a pound of it
Ya'll niggaz are counterfeit, money I stay countin' it
Throw a punch and I counter quick, down to flip
Beef I love the sound of it, your crib'll be surround in it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
Yes, honey got money, yea my money is right
But my wrist so bright, look like 'Sunny Delight'
Twenty K times twenty, times twenty the price
You don't do math, eight million in ice
And yeah, I got more to tell must be bored as hell
Electronic jewelry, I need a 'Duracell'
Battery triple A, where the icicles lay
And beat you with a wiffle bat, all over a nickel play
Girlfriend, my girlfriend got the nickel plate
Right in the bra, it tickle her little nipples, hey
Juelz got the whistle
Me, I got the whistle that whistle right through the pistol K
And this is the chronicles of Killa
And don't smoke 'cuz the chronic it'll kill ya
I'm a monster and gorilla, that'll conquer for the scrilla
You will get an invoice you vomit in the villa
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa