Lyrical Breakdown of What Up Doe - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What Up Doe" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Danny Brown weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "What Up Doe" 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 Danny Brown 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 Danny Brown's narrative.
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My self esteem high like Pluto
Arrogant as fuck hoppin' out the Benz two-door
Up in the club confidence like a model
Smokin' on a swisher just copped me a bottle
Step to a bitch and she fronted on me
Pour alcohol on her like a scratched CD
Bitch I'm Brown who the fuck is you
Show her some green and the ho turn blue
Ignorant as fuck but I'm smarter than you
Sixes on the chevy, hustle harder than you
So immature but the rims so grown
Catch me in the club whilin' off the Patron
40 on me dog I don't never get searched
If a nigga trip then he might get murked
Better swallow your pride
Stomp a nigga at the bar, fuck going outside
What up doe dog I'm straight
Been gettin' money since 1998
I'm in the Chevy with a temporary plate
Sittin' on them sixes but I want 28's
Whattup doe dog I'm cool
You keep trippin' I'mma act a fuckin' fool
You keep talking I'mma pull that two
And show you how Detroit niggas do
Brown cuttin' up white like BoRics
Niggas wanna hustle but don't really know shit
Smoke green like I shot a Ninja Turtle
Matta fact popped Prince, way I smoke Purple
My basement sorta like Urkel
Take a half track bring back a whole circle
Flipped the nigga had me gone til November
Cause the way I mix like my wrist was a blender
More snow than December
Niggas rhymes soft like they notebook tender
Cold like Winter sippin' slushee in a igloo
Detroit nigga movin' work on a Mongoose
All retag regal
Drivin' no license like that shit legal
Fuck bitches like AIDS don't exist
I'm a young Ruthless nigga on some Eazy-E shit