Lyrical Breakdown of What We Not Gon' Do - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What We Not Gon' Do" 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 "What We Not Gon' Do" 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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You women sit on social media You sit around (yes) "Oh, everybody killin' everybody" But you never tell the truth That it's been a thousand shootings and homicides Trickle back down to you runnin' your fuckin' mouth Or you callin' somebody, and exaggeratin' 'cause you feel disrespected Stop callin' people You get into an argument with somebody on the block That's it, leave it there You call your brother, now these niggas goin' through it the whole summer And then somebody child die 'bout it That-that's your fault It's been through it all, man Blood, sweat and tears Niggas is dead and shit The fuck else can happen, yo? Won't think once more or some, I'm out, man I done seen it all, been through it all, yo Let y'all niggas know right now, word to mother, for real, for real That's the truth, y'all lyin' What we not gon' do is look at the next man jewelry Real or fake, all the shinin' ain't new to me I'm only interested in the opposite sex 'Cause when the sex get monogamous, I get a text Like "Who you in the club with? Why you next to her?" 'Cause women are the wallpaper when I'm decoratin' Earth What we not gon' do is talk about how you hurt When you was online earlier talkin' 'bout your purse All she did was twerk, what you doin' now is worse Guess bein' in a relationship is like a gift and a curse And I got the blueprint too, so excuse me, miss The AP out, that's when the room get lit And I maneuver through the club with the tool equipped Put niggas on ice, you ain't met a nigga cool as this So stop with all the receipts, 'cause the proof is this I ain't even shoot my shot, I had two assists And how rude is this, you went through my shit You make a ass out of you and me, assumin' shit I told you the truth, how you gon' tell me? When I knew me longer than you, it's only been six months So what we not gon' do is what we not gon' do When you call the cops on me, you call the cops on you You in a situation, I ain't tryna knock on dude But don't fuck up mine 'Cause what we not gon' do is what we not gon' do It's a lot of real niggas not here to speak for themselves That's where I come in To stand in the gap between them and what needs to be heard I got the Drac', but I'm out y'all view Meanin' I got the drop, but the top don't move And you gon' need a plot if I'm plottin' on you Call the block on me, I'll put the block on you I might drive out to Vegas, let two Glocks loose It's a Suge Knight, the 740 Tupac-proof Your homie used you as a shield, so who shot who? And you got everybody back, but who got you? And what we not gon' do is say the murders unsolved But they gettin' football numbers if you murder the law I know a nigga had a argument that led to his death I know if they ain't never argued, then he woulda never left I got a neighbor bein' held against his will Jumped off, slapped the star, she ain't satisfy steel That's why I'm gon' chill (chill) 'Cause when your girl the biggest stepper, it's hard to swallow that pill Nah, nigga What we not gon' do is what we not gon' do When you call the cops on me, you call the cops on you You in a situation, I ain't tryna knock on dude But don't fuck up mine 'Cause what we not gon' do is what we not gon' do