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 cuz 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"

 CHORUS
 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 (nigga) 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 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 'em, yo, now you don't
 1993, you know what I'm sayin'?
 It's time to be true to the paid
 Cuz this AIDS thing's goin' crazy
 So don't you ain't throw it out there, baby]

 CHORUS

 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'
 ???
 ???
 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 (shit)
 From June, July, August, September
 All year-round so girls, just remember

 CHORUS