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Salt N Pepa - Somma Time Man
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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 day Trying to get a play but I say no way Keep him on a leash cuz hes a d-o-g Hot-diggity-dog comin for my coochie Boom-bam-boom, knock-knock-knock Waking up my moms, waking up my pops, somebody call the cops And get this fool off my stoop, see Can you believe that your man is a groupie? Not-not dedicated, ought to get him spaded Cut the nuts and get his shots upgraded So what ya feed him at home? it must be bones Give him some meat so he can leave me alone Hes a somma time man, so what ya gonna do? Like eddie murphy said, yes, your man, too Chorus Hes a somma time man, some of hers, some of mine Hes a somma time man, get ya some of the time Hes a somma time man, some of yours, some of mine Hes a somma time man all year round (repeat) Now heres a description of the (nigga) that Im dissin If your man fits this category then dismiss him You gotta dig him, get rid of him, have no pity for him Send him on his way, yeah, girl, and forget about him Hes got a problem, and its similar to drugs Not weed, cocaine, crack or dud, its an erection, huh Hes a mission, a sexual transition Addiction, affliction, so girls, sign the petition Hes a man that likes easy pickin Thinking that every girl is like easy stickin You gotta realize that girls are not store-bought Like newports, a pack of cigarettes smoked to the butt So now I know that what I know I know is now true Youre being true to lovin a brother thats not with you You wanna bootie smack from the back But if you come like that you might catch a diggum smack Hes a somma time man [yo, this is dedicated to all you somma time fools And you know who you are Sometimes you will, sometimes you wont Now you see em, yo, now you dont 1993, you know what Im sayin? Its time to be true to the paid Cuz this aids things goin crazy So dont you aint throw it out there, baby] Chorus Hes a somma time man, a summer somma time Especially when its hot sex is always on his mind Lookin, dippin and dog your short skirts, no stockings No matter who it is, long as hes boot-knockin ? ? ? ? ? ? La-di-da-di all the way to ? Runnin through girls like its musical punanee So come one, come all, he try to right you all With that greater than tibet-time free-fall Talking that same old same lame ? ? ? Diggity-yack cat brother talking that bullcrap But everytime he parts his lips Its funny because I always seems to smell his (shit) From june, july, august, september All year-round so girls, just remember Chorus
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