Lyrical Breakdown of Doin' The Fool - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Doin' The Fool" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how E-40 weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Doin' The Fool" 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 E-40 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 E-40's narrative.

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Nigga up in this motherfucker I mean I been fuckin' with this motherfuckin' burgundy carpet pimpin' What about you pimpin', I mean I know you fuckin' around with that Purple bag you know what I mean? That Crown Royal, oh boy! I mean, we got, we got a whole bunch of player-ass niggaz Up in this m'uhfucker right here today We got that nigga, E-Feezy, Too Short, knahmean Pimp C up in this motherfucker, nigga Pastor Troy Damn fool I hits free it ain't wholesale Just got through hittin' it so well, at a hotel But don't tell I cuss your fuckin' ass out bitch Fuck yo' drunk-ass and watch you pass out bitch And when you wake up, I tell you anything You fucked me so good bitch, you deserve a wedding ring I practice what I preach, ridin' vogues and findin' hoes I told her I'd buy some clothes, but I'd be lyin' to hoes I ain't buyin' her shit, bitch I can't do that I had to jump in my car, and call you a cab 'Cause I'm out, you know I'm all about fuckin' hella good Take the rubber off I'm in your mouth comin' to a town Near you, real soon Infiltratin' hoes nigga, we some real fools And it's true and baby girl knows it too Ask her shit she'll tell you how I do it fool Doin' the fool Ain't no love motherfucker we breakin' the rules Doin' the fool Niggaz like me ain't got nuttin' to lose Doin' the fool We servin' you haters straight off the top Doin' the fool Just to let you know this shit don't stop Okay okay up next, oh, it's the boss, from the home of the Braves Down here chillin' with E-40 'cause it's time to get paid C'mon, actin' a fool, 'cause y'all know how I'ma do She fucked me, Pimp C, and short too I drank no brew, it's Remi, that special kind Don't fuck with who? My nigga, you out yo' mind Fresh off the grind, my niggaz is the killers Actin' a fool 'bout this motherfuckin' scrilla No one no trill'a, but tell them, I'm down mayne Go grab my leather, and get into some gangster shit So if it's cool, it's cool But, but just that quick, I act a fool Doin' the foo Ain't no love motherfucker we breakin' the rules Doin' the foo Niggaz like me ain't got nuttin' to lose Doin' the foo We servin' you haters straight off the top Doin' the foo Just to let you know this shit don't stop But I ain't never been a sucker I ain't never been a mark I ain't never been a busta I ain't never been a simp, potnah I always had heart Papered up hustlin' never 'posed to handcuff a beaotch, mon Pimp to the hoe, protect the trick beaotch, mon Be extra mannish get some skull Purple bag, Crown Royal Gotcha beaotch actin' mannish, think she spoiled Mummar Kamali all over her body, she used to that Potnah big 40 had it like that Cadillac sittin' on buttons, 32 valve The DTS half a gallon to the mile Platinum chest lite brite, love to smile What a mess horny fucked me on my desk Kitchen tile then she swallowed up the rest Ask me how a fat ass cum shot on her breast She said, 'It's been a while since I had sex' She said, 'It's been a while since I had sex' She said, oooh oooh oh boy C'mon c'mon, okay okay! Doin' the foo Ain't no love motherfucker we breakin' the rules Doin' the foo Niggaz like me ain't got nuttin' to lose Doin' the foo We servin' you haters straight off the top Doin' the foo Just to let you know this shit don't stop Doin' the foo C'mon c'mon Comin' down in candy car, smokin' on some candy bar Everyday I'm choppin' blades, comin' through on old school maids Got in this game so heavily, just like Frankie Beverly Silly nigga that Southern girl put cocaine up in your world 'Cause I'm a young ass nigga on the slab Comin' through in a whippin' Nav' I used to be out on the ave But now all my keys got the Midas stamp Change my name to Sweet Charles Smell like sixty-four dollar cologne Comin' down in burgundy Brougham And I keep a chip off in my phone Sweet Charles, bitch! Hold up smoke somethin' C'mon c'mon