Lyrical Breakdown of Wutchoogonnado (Feat. Melanie - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wutchoogonnado (Feat. Melanie" 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 "Wutchoogonnado (Feat. Melanie" 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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[Redman] Yeah... Brick City [echoes] Yeah... Gilla (yo) Gilla Yo, Brick City, when it comes to grabbin steel You could post me down low like Shaq O'Neil You'll be spittin what I spit when the day is over Tryin to be me in the mirror, sayin it over Yeah, he's all right, but you not real I'm a dog, shit I eat the food I steal Floors ain't dirty enough My game is like carryin shotguns and 21 rough Doctor, I'm like the war on drugs I don't stop, I'm all night vampire blood Underground {?}, since a kid I finger-painted in the mud, with dirty work gloves I'm in yo' college campus corridor You should call me Uno the way I (Draw Four) Brick City law, strip to your drawers Boy now I can pick up two pair from the mall It's time for Doc to check yo' ass nigga It ain't hard, it's an EZ Pass nigga For the paper, I'm offendin neighbors Runnin my label out an old Winnebago nigga! [Chorus: Melanie Rutherford] Ooooooh, shoulda knewwwww That we gon' briiiiing, that funk to youuuuu Gilla Houuuuse, is comin throuuuuugh And what you gonna doooooooooooooo-oooooooh, ahhh [Redman - over Chorus] Yeah. the Brick City dawgs [barking] Yeah! Holla at your frogs Yeah, Uptown, Jersey, Brooklyn! [Redman] Shhhhhh, Gilla (Gilla) Gilla (Gilla) Yo, uh-oh, Redman back in your town You'll get drug nigga like wedding gowns After 12, whattup to Dogg Pound I roll out, like my earrings got ball bearings Give me a Grammy to show my mammy how I smash these Raggedy Ann and Andy's I prove that I never left the street I just knew I had to come back, with extra heat for y'all B-More, are ya ready? (ready ready) Colorado, are ya ready? (ready ready) I'm at your neck like a Doberman mouth with like 40 muh'fuckers out the covenant house - ya heard? Gilla House in the circuit And how we do it on purpose, only way to surface Def Squad is the foundation Three dawgs attached to 98 dalmations (Yeah, where them Gilla niggaz out at night, at night) You better run 'til you see the light, light Yo, I know I had you waitin But Death was chasin me and my eight friends for (Final Destination) [Chorus] [Redman - over Chorus] Yeah. Yeah! Yo E-Dub, this is hot nigga Yeah. Brick City, Milwaukee, California Where ya at? [Interlude] Okay now, take off your shirt, and relax Let all your tensions out, just relax (Gilla) Just relax (Gilla, Gilla, Gilla) Just relax (Gilla, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla!) [Redman] Yo, I keep my ears to the street cause that's my job But even the streets can steer you wrong I'm walkin with one man above me Nuttin on my waist, but if it's on you hearin the palm You forgot I'm ten years deep, and out them ten years I got two weeks of sleep, and caffeine free Amazin right? I got a street team that'll get paid to snipe, yeah by any means I'm behind the curtain, my Betty Shabazz Hope I make it home; I invade alone Catch you in the truck, babblin on the phone I miss you, I stick up your chaperones It's a dirty dog world, say it louder Every (Friday) I'm bein chased by Craig's father That's why I'm on the low like pro And my file is too hi-tech to call next I got a heart the size of John Q's son And on the mic, I'm him times two of 'em Y'all niggaz get your shit together Cause Gilla House niggaz, prepare for whatever [Chorus: Melanie Rutherford (Redman)] Youuuuu, you shoulda knewwwww (yeah) That we gon' bring, got to that funk to you, to you Gilla Houuuuse, is comin through And what you bitch ass niggaz gonna do-do-do-do-do, ohh ohh (yeah) You and you and you, you shoulda knewwwww (Gilla House nigga!) That we got to bring, that funk, to you you you Gilla Houuuuse (yeah) is comin through Annnnnnd what your crew gonna do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do [Redman] Gilla House