Lyrical Breakdown of Do What It Do - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Do What It Do" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Warren G weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Do What It 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 Warren G 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 Warren G's narrative.
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Ooh yeah, yeah, What's
Love got to do Warren
G rap, for me yeah-eah, yeah, mm, mm Verse
When G-dog the, hog come, up in the place There's
Dollar signs in your eyes and a smile in your face You
Wanna live fat all, for my sack You
Got more drag than a low lo-do cut, the act 'Cause
Back before '92 and '93 You
Didn't give a damn about Warren G But
Now that I'm slingin' platinum lp's All
Of a sudden you, on my N You. T's. Ain't
Nothin' you can do to make it stop 'Cause
Money makes the world go 'round and the panties drop I
Ain't in love though I, don't need the pressure I
Just wanna dig it like I'm diggin' for treasure Some
Of y'all had a good thing that you couldn't keep Thought
You was tlc you, had to creep You
Say you had love I, said you need to quit It's
All about the dough so, what's love got to do with it Chorus?
What's love got to do got, to do with it (that's right) What's?
Love if you don't respect the game (uh-huh) What's?
Love got to do got, to do with it If?
You lack in this game it's, a shame you, won't make it Verse
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Now I'm, the type of brother that's down for mines Before
I made beats I, was down to grind Back
Then every, single homey had my back Now
They're peepin' my stack and they're talkin' bout jack But
I'm the same brother day in and day out And
I'm-a stay that way until the day I lay out in a casket It's
Drastic 'cause, homies is plastic Break
'em off some bread they, want the whole damn basket If
You's a true homey you, would wish me well Not
Plot to see a brother fell jealous, as hell We
Used to get the same riches Now
Your trigger-finger got the itches schemin', on my riches Which
Is not a suprise my, eyes peep game 211's
187's, it's all the same It's
All a shame homies'd, jack you for your grip Ain't
No love involved because, it's all about the chips Repeat