Lyrical Breakdown of What I'ma Do Now - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What I'ma Do Now" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Redman weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "What I'ma Do Now" 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 Redman 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 Redman's narrative.
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(We be kickin yo' fat funky ass, on WKYA)
What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now, huh, huh?
What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now.
(Verse One)
Yo. excuse me muh'fucka, I'm tryin to get through
When Doc loaded, I'm like a STUD missile
A STUD six-two, I'm huntin down hoes with
No drawers on and, buttoned down clothes
Don't brownnose just join it
Ecstasy pills, with Buddha Man signs stamped on it
Jam on it, the +Blair Witch+ wouldn't camp on it
I block and shine like suntan ointment
You do a dance when I layer this clip in
Only dude with a bike with air conditionin
Fuck the Feds your door, Red'll kicked in
So prepare to wear SCUBA gear equipment
I wet it, my tape underground leakage
It hit the air and you'll swear you found Jesus
The man who turned out the Summer Jam
Not with a mic, I brrrrrrrrrrrr, tuck it in
The noise keep the helicopter hoverin
Your boys is dead weight when I muscle in
I need a +Hot Girl+, a +Ryde or Die+ chick
Mainly a hot chick ridin Funk Doc dick
Smell it, when the odor airs in
The gorilla shit, hoes in polar bear skin
The chronic stink up the overhead bin
When I. yo, Redman struck again!
(Chorus)
What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now, huh, huh?
What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now.
("Can y'all hear me out there?" -> Puffy)
What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now, huh, huh?
What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now.
("Can y'all hear me out there?" -> Puffy)
(Verse Two)
Nigga, we go - oops, upside your head
+Simon Says+ leave you hogtied instead
On the floor with ya shirt like I dyed it red
Wild wild Bricks, eighty foot spider legs
Doc in, double-oh, learned to drive it
I'm, on the roof, guns under the armpit
Yellin out, "Yo sawed off, hand on the pump
And I'll pump a cannon first man that jump" {*clik-clik, BLAM!*}
I got a punch that'll cut your beard up
Doc is like warm when you touch my earmuffs
I wild out, throw blows
Somethin about Mary rode me in a Ford Explorer
The pressure at time five remind me
That y'all can't eat like it's Ramadan week
My mascot was built for kamikaze
If it fails, L.O.D. right behind me
(Chorus) - 2X
("Can y'all hear me out there? Huh?" -> Puffy)
("Can y'all hear me out there?" -> Puffy)
("Can y'all hear me out there?" -> Puffy)
("Can y'all hear me out there?" -> Puffy)
I need some weed muh'fucka.
We need to smoke muh'fucka.
We need weed muh'fucka.
We need to smoke muh'fucka.
Light it, roll it, light it up
Say light it, roll it, light it up
Say roll it, light it, light it up
Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
Say roll that, light it, smoke it up
Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
SAY ROLL IT, LIGHT IT, SMOKE IT UP
{*farting noise* . *track fades*}