Lyrical Breakdown of Make It Do What It Do - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Make It 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 "Make It 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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I'ma make it do what it do, baby
Mmm-hmm, yeah
Mmm-hmm, yeah
Now I, I got a little something for you
You, you, you, you, you, you (Ah)
Now that I thought of it, baby, I got a lot of it
King size Rover, put that pilot in your cockpit
Stop lollygaggin' and lick my lollipop, bitch
Pants saggin', meat draggin' 'cause a nigga got chips
Like a bag of Doritos
Now let me slow down like Bobby Valentino (Slow it down)
And spit that pimpin'
I get paid to kill the club, so I guess I'm a hitman
Blowin' green, make me lean like I got a kickstand
Big screen, limousine, I hope this ain't your chick, man
She wanna sip champagny
And hang in V.I.P. with a G in them khakis
But I don't pay for butt
Did what's-her-name get at you yesterday? (Who?) Deez nuts
I make it do what it do, baby (Yeah)
I make it do what it do, baby (Mmm-hmm)
I make it do what it do, baby
You got me so hot, I'm on fire
I make it do what it do, baby (Yeah)
I make it do what it do, baby (Mmm-hmm)
I make it do what it do, baby
You got me lifted, so take me higher
It's the Warren to the G, no playa hate
I take it back to '93, don't make me regulate
I'm back and it's poppin'
Got the club like a '64, everybody hoppin' (Sup, sup?)
I helped start this thing
These suckers wanna act like they forgot my name
But without the G, you can't spell the game
So it's impossible not to have me in it
It's not gangsta unless you got the G in it
It ain't a party 'less the LBC in it
So blaze a blunt, let's get drunk and it's on
And let me grind on that behind, baby, all night long
This the new G-funk sound
That's on 213 and it's still Dogg Pound
'Cause this DJ still gets down
In a brand new Bentley while the wheels spin 'round, err
I make it do what it do, baby (Yeah)
I make it do what it do, baby (Mmm-hmm)
I make it do what it do, baby
You got me so hot, I'm on fire
I make it do what it do, baby (Yeah)
I make it do what it do, baby (Mmm-hmm)
I make it do what it do, baby
You got me lifted, so take me higher
Soon as they spin the record, the brizzles gettin' naked
Dance floor full, outside gettin' hectic
Haters, get back, I'm back, just accept it
A lot of mojada, lava flow, just expect it
A lot of mulatto, I gots to gets it
Porno video that Little Hiss directed
Y'all know here we go, I'm Eastside connected
Soon as my album drop, your CD gets ejected
These suckers got it backwards, they must be dyslexic
I'm first, you second, get your freakin' ass corrected
I'm hot, you not, step back
'Cause even Ritter Ray Charles can see that
Talk smack, nigga, get pimp slapped
I'm superfly with a mix of the mack (Yeah)
And I gots to win
It's the American Dream, you better come on in
I make it do what it do, baby (Yeah)
I make it do what it do, baby (Mmm-hmm)
I make it do what it do, baby
You got me so hot, I'm on fire
I make it do what it do, baby (Yeah)
I make it do what it do, baby (Mmm-hmm)
I make it do what it do, baby
You got me lifted, so take me higher
Mmm-hmm, yeah
Mmm-hmm, yeah