Lyrical Breakdown of What's Da Bizness - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What's Da Bizness" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dolph weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "What's Da Bizness" 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 Young Dolph 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 Young Dolph's narrative.

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Twenties over there Hunnids over there Give all the tens and the fives to the kids Bruh (Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin', nigga, ayy) Hey Grab the money machine, it's time to count these racks (yeah, yeah) Your mama gave birth to a fuckin' rat (yeah, yeah) All this Gucci on me like I make this shit (damn) Full-blown millionaire, but still might take your shit (woo) Send my lil' niggas through there and tell 'em erase your shit (all of 'em) All I need is Franklins, fuck a relationship (fuck all that) Designered down with that four-five on my hip (yeah) Bust it down with the gang every time I make a flip (uh-huh) This lifestyle kind of crazy, foreign cars daily (skrrt) Workin', workin', workin', I been goin' hard lately I got bitches on my payroll that got jobs, baby (yeah) All the cars camouflaged, baby (for real, though) What the business, bitch? (What's poppin'?) What's the business, bitch? (What's happenin'?) What's the business, bitch? (What's good?) What's the business, bitch? (What up, though?) What's the business, bitch? (What's poppin'?) What's the business, bitch? (Say what?) What's the business, bitch? (What's the word?) What's the business, bitch? (Yeah, yeah) What, what the lick read? (Yeah) Baguette AP (yeah) I bet it all on me (yeah) I smell like Creed (yeah) Mixed with good weed (yeah) I bust my wrist down and put boogers in my ring (yeah, yeah) Backend after backend, money ain't a thing (woo) I laced my Air Max up and went and chased my dreams (run it up) I bought a chain for every nigga on my team (for real, though) You need a hundred, I call the plug and pull some strings (uh, yeah) The plug, that's my homeboy, but I love him like my kinfolk (ayy) Baby said she had a dream, she fucked me in my Benzo She slim like SZA, but she got an ego like Lizzo (hah) Memphis nigga smokin' San Francisco What the business, bitch? (What's poppin'?) What's the business, bitch? (What's happenin'?) What's the business, bitch? (What's good?) What's the business, bitch? (What up, though?) What's the business, bitch? (What's poppin'?) What's the business, bitch? (Say what?) What's the business, bitch? (What's the word?) What's the business, bitch? What's the, what's the business, bitch?