Lyrical Breakdown of Somma Time Man - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Somma Time Man" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Salt-N-Pepa weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Somma Time Man" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Salt-N-Pepa employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Salt-N-Pepa's narrative.

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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 everyday 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 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 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 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, 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 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 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' [Incomprehensible] La di, da di, all the way to [Incomprehensible] 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 Talkin' that same old same lame, yea, yea Diggity yack yack, cat brother talkin' that bullcrap But everytime 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 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 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