Lyrical Breakdown of Watcha Gonna Do (feat. Timbaland) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Lyric Overview: Witness how Missy Elliott feat. Timbaland weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Watcha Gonna Do (feat. Timbaland)" 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 Missy Elliott feat. Timbaland employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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(Yeah) dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun

Dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun

I be dippin' in clubs, girls screamin', "Do you want it Timb?"

Nigga, playa hater sayin', "Who the hell is him?"

I'm in the back, gleamin' from all that virgin gem

Keep a bunch of pretty models surroundin' Timb

I'm over capac'y when it come to makin' them beats

Me and Missy makin' y'all, move y'all feets

Makin' y'all dance and tango, make y'all legs get weak

That's only 'cause we drop a bunch of heat

That's whatcha gonna expect, comin' from my crew

Bunch of dope beats, and a bunch of dope lyrics too

I know that's too much for you to handle dude

Now ask yourself what

Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?

When they come in the spot, dem wanna jock

Dem nasty boy lookin' around, with big cocks

Them girls be plottin' on how to get the rocks

So I beat that ass to the ground like I'm the cops

(Ahh) what they gon' say? (Ahh) don't wan' play

(Rrr) get'em in the club (ahh), smokin' on hay, hey

(Ahh) when I'm in my ride (oh ahh), people walkin' by

(Ah-ahh) pistol by my side (b-brrr), in case dem wan' try

Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?

I be gettin' in girls clothes, make 'em buy my whole wardrobe

Better get all my dough, pluckin' the hair in my nose

It's official I'm a pimp, 'cause my name glows

And if I'm back to the Yugos

Talkin' that junk, you get buried

You don't wanna end up in the cemetery

Me and Timbaland got tracks that will kill you

In the other hand, I got gats that will peel you

Whatcha gon' say? Whatcha gon' do?

When I'm in the club, comin' for you

I'm just a smooth motherfucker

Oh, yeah, baby, ohh

Whatcha gon' say? Whatcha gon' do?

When I'm in the club, and I'm comin' for you

I'm just a smooth motherfucker

Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?