Lyrical Breakdown of What You Gonna Do - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What You Gonna Do" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Jon weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "What You Gonna Do" 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 Lil Jon 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 Lil Jon's narrative.
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(chorus)
When you fall up in the club
and em niggas wanna mug
when you step up to their face
what they gonna do?
If you fall up in the club and em hoes are acting dumb
when you step up to em hoes
what they gonna do? (shit!) x8
Pussy nigga, what's up?!
hell nah you aint go box
all that poppin in the mouth gone get ya fucked up
pussy nigga what's up
hell nah you aint go box
all that poppin in the mouth gone get ya fucked up
you got game in the club wit yo mutherfuckin click
we dont give a fuck hoe!
y'all pussy like bitches (x2)
It's some eastside (westside, northside, southside) niggas and they dippin their fists
and they stepped their head nigga that be talkin their shit (x4)
(chorus)
The brain it's takin in too much pain?
i've got the X blood thirst and ... names
But it's cool lil shorty dont be so alarmed
I learend a brude nigga without jabbin an arm
I dont play wit mutherfuckas cuz this shit be real
Make you hold your breath longer than a navy seal
And em hoes will leave your ass dead in the path
I like the way you ...
I throw bows wit my niggas (what)
fuck hoes wit my nigga (what)
How the fuck you think i feel about this form in yo figure?
It's a closed casket wit some hatin baskets
It's some g's thats real it's a mess of buncha faggots
Who you talkin to? (bitch)
what ya gonna do? (trick)
When it's obvious that you aint gonna do SHIT!
It's scrappy the prince and i aint takin' no joke
i'm a quiet crunk nigga, fuck being the punk
(chorus)
only bitches talk shit (x3)
that's why we bustin yo shit (x2)
We real niggas! (y'all hoes!) (x5)
chorus