A Little Somethin'

(album: 14 Shots To The Dome - 1993)

Here we go another funky style
Peace to my brothers on "Rikers' Isle"
Introducing the crew, that's going a mile
So get behind the ropes, stop acting wild
This here part is like section one
So you can bugaloo and set fire to your buns
Early morning 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 stepping, the beats' so funkafied
And answer to the bone, people'll be dancing alone
Leaning 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 something
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) Huh, I do a little something
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) yeah, hah, I do a little something
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) (just kick a little something...)

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 bebopping like a bouncy ball
They do it in the park, they do it in the mall
But when I do it, yeah, I'm doing it for y'all
Asiatic, automatic, your funky fanatic without no static
Flipping on the freak like I'm acrobatic
You were searching for the funk and I had it
Here we go, hand over the cash yo
What chime? Aiyyo, pass the Tabasco
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 nothing in 'em, yeah
Except my beeper number, rubbing 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 eating hardy
And proving and moving, grooving, so soothing
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 rocking uptown

(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little something
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) whattup, hah, I do a little something
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) yeah, hah, I do a little something
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) aiyyo, aiyyo (just kick a little something...)

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 it's going 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 looking all cadme-ish
Video to video, tape to tape
Walking 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 nothing 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 morning, we're dancing in robes
To a funkified sweaty, greazy groove
Another Marley remix to make you move

(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little something
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) I do a little something
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) peace out, hah, I did a little something