Lyrical Breakdown of Show Me What U Workin' Wit' - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Show Me What U Workin' Wit'" 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 "Show Me What U Workin' Wit'" 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.
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Show me what you workin with* Show me what you workin with (What you workin with) Show me what you workin with (What you workin with) Show me what you workin with Make that booty earthquake let me see that shit shake Left cheek right cheek make it vibrate Breast meat thigh meat make it rotate Round and round like a merry-go-round, girate. She got it from her auntie n 'em it's in her genetics California face with a booty from Texas Turn a preacher to a cheater Brazillian wax beefer Think like peanut butter in the freezer Tricks wanna treat her Ballas wanna buy Captains wanna wipe her Dikes wanna dike her Jews bitches don't like her Got her own money, Got her own biz Got her own car, got her own crib She wanna be passified, she wanna be saved She wanna be rescued and captured laid and paid. She straight from the soil trapped the turf In her block She runnin the funk she got the Beaut in her locks Yeah man she said this her song Everytime they play it it turns her on It's Friday night, she's out there freakin Work on the weekdays party on the weekend Ass be wigglin when she start drinkin Get too drunk girl then she start creepin Shake that ass but don't do it too frequent Bounce it real fast let me see those cheeks spin Now get butt naked if I want it I see I get it and take it With no strings attatched I meet girls at the club and I bring them back Let's make a lot of love, that's the plan, Spend the the night together but I'm not your man I got too many girls, I do em when I can Finger in her curls, hand in her pants (C'mon bitch) Short, She got a future in her ass and I'm a fortune teller Cause I can see me up in her like a mirror Christi, Iree, Stella and Della Spin that ass around like a helicopter propeller Bitch I wanna see ya, Drop it like madea Some shit I never seen, do the splits like a balerina She can tip it over, let the meat roll Stop it on the dime, she got booty control None of my girls can't fuck with this I don't even wanna see my other bitch A fat ass on a pink toe, The white girl let the booty grow I think so I fuck with, señoritas and the black girls It's just another day in the max world I'm too short, I pimps and I plays them I don't give a fuck if she was Indian or Asian (Bitch)