Salt N Pepa - Somma Time Man Lyrics
Somebodys knockin at my door [yo, yo!] [who is it? ]Somebodys ringin my bell [open the door!] [Im comin]Somebodys knockin at my door [let me in, please] [damn!]Somebodys ringin my bell [come on, baby]Its your man driving to my house every dayTrying to get a play but I say no wayKeep him on a leash cuz hes a d-o-gHot-diggity-dog comin for my coochieBoom-bam-boom, knock-knock-knockWaking up my moms, waking up my pops, somebody call the copsAnd get this fool off my stoop, seeCan you believe that your man is a groupie?Not-not dedicated, ought to get him spadedCut the nuts and get his shots upgradedSo what ya feed him at home? it must be bonesGive him some meat so he can leave me aloneHes a somma time man, so what ya gonna do?Like eddie murphy said, yes, your man, tooChorusHes a somma time man, some of hers, some of mineHes a somma time man, get ya some of the timeHes a somma time man, some of yours, some of mineHes a somma time man all year round(repeat)Now heres a description of the (nigga) that Im dissinIf your man fits this category then dismiss himYou gotta dig him, get rid of him, have no pity for himSend him on his way, yeah, girl, and forget about himHes got a problem, and its similar to drugsNot weed, cocaine, crack or dud, its an erection, huhHes a mission, a sexual transitionAddiction, affliction, so girls, sign the petitionHes a man that likes easy pickinThinking that every girl is like easy stickinYou gotta realize that girls are not store-boughtLike newports, a pack of cigarettes smoked to the buttSo now I know that what I know I know is now trueYoure being true to lovin a brother thats not with youYou wanna bootie smack from the backBut if you come like that you might catch a diggum smackHes a somma time man[yo, this is dedicated to all you somma time foolsAnd you know who you areSometimes you will, sometimes you wontNow you see em, yo, now you dont1993, you know what Im sayin?Its time to be true to the paidCuz this aids things goin crazySo dont you aint throw it out there, baby]ChorusHes a somma time man, a summer somma timeEspecially when its hot sex is always on his mindLookin, dippin and dog your short skirts, no stockingsNo matter who it is, long as hes boot-knockin? ? ?? ? ?La-di-da-di all the way to ?Runnin through girls like its musical punaneeSo come one, come all, he try to right you allWith that greater than tibet-time free-fallTalking that same old same lame ? ? ?Diggity-yack cat brother talking that bullcrapBut everytime he parts his lipsIts funny because I always seems to smell his (shit)From june, july, august, septemberAll year-round so girls, just rememberChorus
