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Tytuł: A Little Somethin'

  • Wykonawca: Ll Cool J
  • Wy¶wietleń: 305
[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-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
  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 (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, 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
  
  [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
  And all the 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 y'all underage brothers
  with the rebel mentality
  Sweet young freaks sayin "Rock me ?Arma-day-us?
  Skin so smooth lookin' all (???)
  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 laund-a-ray - 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
  
  [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'