Lyrical Breakdown of What? - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Geto Boys weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "What?" 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 Geto Boys 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 Geto Boys's narrative.

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Nigga, fuck you I put a hole in yo' head big enough to drive a truck through Buck you gon' see some red shit 'Cause I'ma whoops upside yo' head, bitch Hungry for war, heart palpitate, I salivate I want you cocksuckin' bitches to retaliate We don't gives a fuck 'bout what you tryin to stress I had 'em folks cuttin' a motherfuckin' Y in yo' chest I'm dyin' to wet any cocksucker that fuck with Chuck 'Cause you know I'm gonna chuckle when I fuck 'em up I'ma act a fool, if anybody clowns I'm in and out of jail like my homey Bobby Brown Homey, I'm down, just call your nigga Chuck I help you roll around, and shoot these bitches up Then it's back to the cut for some drinkin' and pissin' Face tell these niggas how we livin' (the unforgiven) How many times do a nigga gotta ride On you stupid motherfuckers 'fore you realise I don't give a fuck about nuttin (nuttin), guns cocked bustin' (bustin') Whole click shot up, mob style, wasn't Concerned about questions, 'cause I ain't got answers Nigga we don't talk to police, fuck Chandler This shit scandalous, these hoes want us 'Cause we supply this shit to yo' hood on each corner They came back on 'em, y'all can't stop us Tried to set me up wit yo' system but can't pop 'em And that's my problem, you see a nigga outted For juicin' confidential informers, I squeeze it out him I take my sawed off, aim it at your Dodge bitch And murder everybody that bastard was in the car with I'm tired of being misprinted, misspelled, misquoted Fuck the magazine and the punk or the bitch who wrote it What? What? What? What? Nigga it's the law, nigga I don't give a fuck fool What? What? What? What? This is for my dawgs, I'ma light this motherfucker up What? What? What? What? Nigga it's the law, nigga I don't give a fuck fool What? What? What? What? This is for my dawgs, I'ma light this motherfucker up I hit the block with that calico, bustin at yo' back hoe I'ma spit, you gon' shit, I'm the man, you the bitch Nigga matters when and where you scheduled to fight Fuck with Willie D, I'll bust yo' fuckin head to the white Cops ain't about shit Want us to walk the straight and narrow when they crooked like dicks They steal and they lie, they snort up their nose They drink and they drive and they beat up all their hoes So what you got the fingerprints, I left 'em on purpose I don't care about the guns and the German Shepherds Spray pepper in my face, I'ma shoot you trick It's Geto Boys, we don't play that shit in Houston, bitch What? What? What? What? Nigga it's the law, nigga I don't give a fuck fool What? What? What? What? This is for my dawgs, I'ma light this motherfucker up This is for my niggas up in Texas, New York, Florida Killa Cali, Indiana, Illinois, Georgia Tennessee, Mississippi, Baltimo', D.C. Louisiana, Alabama, Kentucky and C-T Arkansas, Kansas, Carolinas, Jersey Michigan, Oklahoma, Seattle, Tacoma The niggas gettin' harassed by the laws in Mexico Missouri, Arizona, Virginia, and Ohio Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, Colorado, fuck excuses Nevada, Idaho, Bill O'Reilly you da hoe Fuck what you said I'm 'bout my bread Fuck what you said I'm 'bout my bread I do this shit until I'm dead I do this shit until I'm dead What? What? What? What? Nigga it's the law, nigga I don't give a fuck fool What? What? What? What? This is for my dawgs, I'ma light this motherfucker up What? What? What? What? Nigga it's the law, nigga I don't give a fuck fool What? What? What? What? This is for my dawgs, I'ma light this motherfucker up