Somebody's knockin' at my door (Yo, yo!) (Who is it?)
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Somebody's ringin' my bell (Open the door!) (I'm comin')
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Somebody's knockin' at my door (Let me in, please) (Damn!)
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Somebody's ringin' my bell (Come on, baby)
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It's your man driving to my house every day
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Trying to get a play but I say no way
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Keep him on a leash cuz he's a D-O-G
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Hot-diggity-dog comin' for my coochie
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Boom-bam-boom, knock-knock-knock
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Waking up my Moms, waking up my Pops, somebody call the cops
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And get this fool off my stoop, see
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Can you believe that your man is a groupie?
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Not-not dedicated, ought to get him spaded
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Cut the nuts and get his shots upgraded
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So what ya feed him at home? It must be bones
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Give him some meat so he can leave me alone
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He's a somma time man, so what ya gonna do?
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Like Eddie Murphy said, "Yes, your man, too"
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[CHORUS]
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He's a somma time man, some of hers, some of mine
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He's a somma time man, get ya some of the time
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He's a somma time man, some of yours, some of mine
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He's a somma time man all year 'round
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[repeat]
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Now here's a description of the (nigga) that I'm dissin'
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If your man fits this category then dismiss him
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You gotta dig him, get rid of him, have no pity for him
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Send him on his way, yeah, girl, and forget about him
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He's got a problem, and it's similar to drugs
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Not weed, cocaine, crack or dud, it's an erection, huh
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He's a mission, a sexual transition
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Addiction, affliction, so girls, sign the petition
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He's a man that likes easy pickin'
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Thinking that every girl is like easy stickin'
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You gotta realize that girls are not store-bought
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Like Newports, a pack of cigarettes smoked to the butt
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So now I know that what I know I know is now true
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You're being true to lovin' a brother that's not with you
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You wanna bootie smack from the back
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But if you come like that you might catch a Diggum smack
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He's a somma time man
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(Yo, this is dedicated to all you somma time fools
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And you know who you are
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Sometimes you will, sometimes you won't
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Now you see 'em, yo, now you don't
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1993, you know what I'm sayin'?
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It's time to be true to the paid
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Cuz this AIDS thing's goin' crazy
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So don't you ain't throw it out there, baby)
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[CHORUS]
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He's a somma time man, a summer somma time
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Especially when it's hot sex is always on his mind
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Lookin', dippin' and dog your short skirts, no stockings
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No matter who it is, long as he's boot-knockin'
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??
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??
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La-di-da-di all the way to ?
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Runnin' through girls like it's musical punanee
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So come one, come all, he try to right you all
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With that greater than Tibet-time free-fall
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Talking that same old same lame ??
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Diggity-yack cat brother talking that bullcrap
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But everytime he parts his lips
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It's funny because I always seems to smell his (shit)
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From June, July, August, September
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All year-round so girls, just remember
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[CHORUS]
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Somma Time Man
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| Salt 'N' Pepa |
