Lyrical Breakdown of A Little Somethin' - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "A Little Somethin'" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how LL Cool J weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "A Little Somethin'" 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 LL Cool J 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 LL Cool J's narrative.

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[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'