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A Little Somethin' Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Here we go, another funky style 

Peace to my brothers on 'Rikers' Isle' 

Introducin' the crew, that's goin' a mile 

To get behind the ropes, stop actin' wild 

 

This here part is like section one 

So you can bug-a-loo and set fire to your buns 

Early mornin' light is yet to come 

And when it come, we'll get buggy 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 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 

 

(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') 

 

Ain't no mountain high enough 

To overcome this funky like type of stuff 

The feds are ridiculous, they call my bluff 

Oh, 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 be boppin' like a bouncy ball 

They do it in the park, they do it in the mall 

But when I do it, I'm doin' it for y'all 

(Yeah) 

 

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, blast 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 an 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 

 

(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') 

 

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 

And all the words who's next to be the teacher's pet 

Down-home monkey, corn fed, original 

And what you do is up to you, the individual 

 

This is the place to be for y'all underage brothers 

With the rebel mentality 

Sweet young freaks sayin' 'Rock me [unverified] 

Skin so smooth lookin' all [unverified] 

 

Video to video, tape to tape 

Walkin' through the jam in search of a playmate 

Party is packed like a rich mans' 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 

Trip down to your laundry, I'm ready 

Hold your horse and baby feel the force 

And get jaws off, no matter what the cost 

 

Come out to cloth, get hot like a stove 

Early in the mornin', we're dancin' in robes 

To a funkafied sweaty, greazy groove 

I know the Marley remix to make you move 

 

(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' 

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