Somma Time Man

(albüm: Very Necessary - 1993)

Somebody's knocking at my door
Yo, yo
Who is it?
Somebody's ringing my bell
Open the door
I'm coming
Somebody's knocking at my door
Let me in please
Damn
Somebody's ringing 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 coming 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"

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 dissing
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, 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 picking
Thinking that every girl is like easy sticking
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 loving 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 going 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
Looking, dipping and dodging short skirts, no stockings
No matter who it is, long as he's boot knocking
No protection buddy always wants to give affection
Three girls, same streets but indifferent section
From Lonnie, Donni, all the way to Vonni
Running 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
Talking that same old same lame, yea, yea
Yiggity yack yack, brother talking 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