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
Trying 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

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



He's a somma time man, so what ya gonna do?



Like Eddie Murphy said, "Yes, your man, too"







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He's a somma time man, some of hers, some of mine



He's a somma time man, get ya 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



(repeat)







Now here's a description of the (*****) that I'm 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



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'



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



You're being true to lovin' a brother that's not with you



You want to 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 'em, 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]







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He's a somma time man, a summer somma time



Especially when it's hot sex is always on his mind



Lookin', dippin' and dog your short skirts, no stockings



No matter who it is, long as he's boot-knockin'



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La-di-da-di all the way to ?



Runnin' through girls like it's 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



It's funny because I always seems to smell his (****)



From June, July, August, September



All year-round so girls, just remember







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