Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Little Somethin', artist - LL COOL J. Album song 14 Shots To The Dome, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Record label: DEF JAM
Song language: English
A Little Somethin' |
Here we go — another funky style |
Peace to my brothers on «Rikers' Isle» |
Introducin' the crew, that’s goin' a mile |
So get behind the ropes, stop actin' wild |
This here part is like section one |
So you can bugaloo and set fire to your buns |
Early mornin' light is yet to come |
And when it come, we can boogy in the sun |
Females, let your hair down |
Cause this is how we do it when we go uptown |
With the funky sound, the razzamatazz |
You give me to the «sploshers», you can get your-a blast |
Enter at your own risk — some brothers got weapons |
Yet you’re still steppin', the beats' so funkafied |
And answer to the bone, people’ll be dancin' alone |
Leanin' on the wall next to grandma’s mop |
With the funky, funky groove that’s far from pop |
Dosey-do your partner all night long |
And all you mothers, bring your kids along |
(Chorus: LL Cool J) |
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? |
(Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin' |
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? |
(Yo Uncle) Huh, I do a little somethin' |
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? |
(Yo Uncle) yeah, hah, I do a little somethin' |
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? |
(Yo Uncle) (just kick a little somethin'…) |
(LL Cool J) |
Ain’t no mountain high enough to overcome this |
Funky-like type of stuff |
The feds are ridiculous, they call my bluff |
But my wrists are too skinny to hold me with cuffs |
I got the sure-shot guaranteed mover |
Suck it like a hoover and do ya whole maneuver |
Don’t stop till you get it on |
With ya head beboppin' like a bouncy ball |
They do it in the park, they do it in the mall |
But when I do it, yeah, I’m doin' it for y’all |
Asiatic, automatic, your funky fanatic without no static |
Flippin' on the freak like I’m acrobatic |
You were searchin' for the funk and I had it |
Here we go, hand over the cash yo |
What chime? |
Aiyyo, pass the Tobasco |
Work your body like a dime, oh no |
Do the freaky-deaky — the whole girls' cargo |
Females on the side — we gotta win 'em, yeah |
The back pockets are stuck with nothin' in 'em, yeah |
Except my beeper number, rubbin' all my lumber so I cannot slumber |
Makes me sick like a earthquake |
So do the baddy-too-true, we got cash to make |
Able body, ready to party, all the ladies in the house |
Must be eatin' hardy |
And provin' and movin', groovin', so soothin' |
Good for ya and clinically proven (Damn!) |
Every little bit of the tip makes ya taste flip, like sugar on Ritz |
Get on down, to the sure-shot sound |
Cause all five burrows are rockin' uptown |
(Chorus: LL Cool J) |
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? |
(Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin' |
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? |
(Yo Uncle) whattup, hah, I do a little somethin' |
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? |
(Yo Uncle) yeah, hah, I do a little somethin' |
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? |
(Yo Uncle) aiyyo, aiyyo (just kick a little somethin'…) |
(LL Cool J) |
Pump up the nasty, nasty, nasty sound |
Kick back and let it please ya like a rub down |
Put ya body in the lost and found |
(Kick that L) I love the way its goin' down |
What you see is what you get |
In other words, who’s next to be the teachers pet? |
Down-home monkey — corn fed, original |
And what you do is up to you, the individual |
This is the place to be for all ya underage brothers |
With the rebel mentality |
Sweet young freaks sayin «Rock me Amadeus» |
Skin so smooth lookin' all (cadme-ish??) |
Video to video, tape to tape |
Walkin' through the jam in search of a playmate |
Party is packed like a rich man’s fridge |
Too many people in the crib |
The situation is sweaty and crazy like Eddy |
And yes we are ready to funk it up steady |
Ain’t nothin' here petty |
Strip down to your lingerie — I’m ready! |
Hold your horse, and baby feel the force |
And get yours off — no matter what the cost |
Come out your clothes, get hot like a stove |
Early in the mornin', we’re dancin' in robes |
To a funkified sweaty, greazy groove |
Another Marley remix to make you move |
(Chorus: LL Cool J) |
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? |
(Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin' |
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? |
(Yo Uncle) I do a little somethin' |
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? |
(Yo Uncle) peace out, hah, I did a little somethin' |