Salt-N-Pepa - Somma Time Man lyrics

Somebody's knockin' at my door yo, yo
Who is it? Somebody's ringin' my bell
Open the door i'm comin'
Somebody's knockin' at my door
Let me in please damn
Somebody's ringin' my bell come on baby

It's your man, driving to my house every day
Tryin' to get a play but I say, "No way"
Keep him on a leash cause he's a D O G
Hot diggity dog comin' for my coochie
Boom bam boom, knock, knock, knock
Wakin' up my moms, wakin' 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
He's a somma time man, so what ya gonna do?
Like Eddie Murphy said, "Yes, your man
Too"

He's a somma time man, some of hers
Some of mine he's a somma time man
Get you some of the time
He's a somma time man, some of yours
Some of mine
He's a somma time man all year 'round

Now here's a description of the
Nigga that I'm dissin'
If your man fit's this
Category then dismiss him
You gotta dig him, get rid of him
Have no pity for him
Send him on his way, yea, girl
And forget about him he's got a problem
And it's similar to drugs
Not weed, Cocaine, crack or
Dud, it's an erection, huh
He's a mission, a sexual transition
Addiction, affliction, so girls
Sign the petition
He's a man that likes easy pickin'
Thinkin' 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
You're being true to lovin' a
Brother that's not with you
You wanna bootie smack from the back
But if you come like that you
Might catch a diggum smack
He's 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 won't
Now you see them, yo, now you don't
1993, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's time to be true to the paid
Cause this AIDS thing's goin' crazy
So don't you, ain't throw it out there
Baby


He's a somma time man, a summer, somma time
Especially when it's hot
Sex is always on his mind
Lookin', dippin' and dodgin' short skirts
No stockings no matter who it is
Long as he's boot knockin'
No protection buddy always wants
To give affection three girls
Same streets but indifferent section
From Lonnie, Donni, all the way to Vonni
Runnin' through girls like
It's musical punani so come one, come all
He'll try to write you off
With that greater than Tibet-time free fall
Talkin' that same old same lame, yea, yea
Yiggity yack yack
Brother talkin' that bullcrap
But every time he parts his lips
It's funny because I always seem
To smell his shit
From June, July, August, September
All year-round, so girls, just remember