Lyrical Breakdown of Doubt - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Doubt" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Doubt" 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 The Game 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 The Game's narrative.
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I just wanna touch ya, yeah
The way you move (the way you move)
Oh you make me love it, yeah
'Cause lady you cool
That's the way (that's the way)
Keep movin' baby (keep movin' baby)
Tell your girls (tell your girls)
To come join the table (come join the table)
And don't you worry (don't you worry)
Just keep movin' boo (keep movin' boo)
'Cause you're the star (you're the star)
Everybody lookin' at you (said they lookin' at you)
And there ain't no doubt about it
Girl, the way you move
And there ain't no doubt about it
Hey girl, baby you cool
G-A-M-E, drop top Bentley
Gucci belt-buckle, fresh outta Italy
I'ma baller, literally
Haters are swine flu
They killin' me
I'm lookin' down on you from where the ceiling be
Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killa bees
My chick ridin' shotgun, Billie Jean
Half Belizean, half from the Philippines
Niggas energy, it's like they got the heave
Sick of me, thinkin' they wanna 9 milli-me
But they ain't fo' that rat-tat-tat-tat
My bullets sing like they registered at A.S.C.A.P
Need I say more, I was in Singapore
Everything I do exotic, I don't need bring a bore
Mr. Red Carpet, I don't do awards
If you want it, I done it, five million on tour
Fo' sho'
I just wanna touch ya, yeah
The way you move (the way you move)
Oh you make me love it, yeah
'Cause lady you cool
That's the way (that's the way)
Keep movin' baby (keep movin' baby)
Tell your girls (tell your girls)
To come join the table (come join the table)
And don't you worry (don't you worry)
Just keep movin' boo (keep movin' boo)
'Cause you're the star (you're the star)
Everybody lookin' at you (said they lookin' at you)
And there ain't no doubt about it
Girl, the way you move
And there ain't no doubt about it
Hey girl, baby you cool
Yo Pharrell, I'm ri-ridiculous
So, so sick with it
You can call me cancer but I don't smoke cigarettes
Come through in a 'Rari, same color as licorice
If I ain't with them, my bitch like this my niggas, shit
Haters beware
I can see clear through the lens on these black Louis V's, yeah
Something 'bout Mary make me wanna blow up
And P got the Dziaq for me when I show up (yeah)
Whip game crazy, I call it all comma'
You're a big fish 'til you swim with piranhas
Used to call me dope Game when I cop from Jose
Now I play Roosevelt and I cop rosé
Niggas be lyin', yo you lease that, no way
California slim license plate, Saint-Tropez
Eatin' with a table full of two place lobsters
Been a mobster since the two way, holla
I just wanna touch ya, yeah
The way you move (the way you move)
Oh you make me love it, yeah
'Cause lady you cool
That's the way (that's the way)
Keep movin' baby (keep movin' baby)
Tell your girls (tell your girls)
To come join the table (come join the table)
And don't you worry (don't you worry)
Just keep movin' boo (keep movin' boo)
'Cause you're the star (you're the star)
Everybody lookin' at you (said they lookin' at you)
And there ain't no doubt about it
Girl, the way you move
And there ain't no doubt about it
Hey girl, baby you cool