Lyrical Breakdown of Done It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Done It" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Done It" 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 Wayne 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 Wayne's narrative.
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Ooh, L-Don
Fuck that
Don in this bitch with me
Fuq', hit the weed
You got all that shit, E-I?
Uh
I got Young Money up, and now I got my feet up
Tune in this bitch, tell my niggas throw them B's up
Doing what the fuck I want, hate me all the fuck you want
Real niggas fuck with me and I don't give a fuck who don't
Lock the CEO up, and I'm the CEO, fuck
Prison in February, and I ain't in no rush
Drink 'til I throw up, nigga, roll more blunts
Ball so hard, man, I gotta go pro once
Hit 'em with the shotgun, call that shit the stop button
Call me Doctor Carter, AKA "Young Wild Nigga"
AKA "No Trial Nigga", AK click-clack, pow nigga
Fucking with the kid and you'll be missing like Bilal, nigga
Yeah, swagger stupid, pack a Uzi
Hundred clips, nigga? That's a movie, aim at your toupee
You sweet as Kool-Aid, creme brulée
I'm sharp as Blu-ray, I fuck her today
Then she gotta skate, Young Lupe
I hit the beat hard, Bobby Boucher
I keep them tools on me, get the screwface
Flowers for the dead, here's a bouquet
L.V.'s, nigga, on every suitcase
Y.M., nigga, it's a new day
We the champions, nigga, hoo-ray
Yeah, hammer in the Louis duff
Take a nigga bitch, she gave me brains until I knew enough
Bullet come too fast to adjust
I don't give a fuck about my roof that much
So I put it in the trunk and then the coupe sped up
Take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up
I'm Weezy F and the 'F' is for Flame
Eat these rappers, chef of the game
Shit on the track, shit on the train
Murder the beat, the beat was slain
Rest in peace, that's a shame, he kill anybody's song
Versatile as fuck, I switch it up like Dennis Rodman's dome
No homo, you rockin' wrong, rest in peace my styrofoam
Now they wanna know what I be on
Get the fuck off my dick, my cock, my bone
Big money, my pockets long
New Orleans, I got my home
And they got my back, pause, no homo, no maricón
Smoking on that private grown, it put me where I belong
All about my cheese; cheddar, mozzarella, provolone
Fuck her for an hour long, let her take a shower, gone
Sorry baby, but I'm in my I-don't-wanna-be-bothered zone
Yeah, you're a groupie, get on your duty
Two women give me head, call that "Two-face"
Bitch I'm too great, take your food tray, I was born on doomsday
Uh, ain't no nigga like me
What's up to my gang, big B's like a Breitling
Take a nigga bitch, she ride my dick like she cycling
Then she can't walk, run, or jump, like white men
Uh, f-fuck you niggas wanna do?
No Ceilings, let the bullets rain on you
Weezy F, the 'F' is for "Fuck what you're goin' through"
Make your people mourn you
Haha, okay let's do it (let's do it)