| What’s up wit that homegirl, why you frontin
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| My raggamuffin, c’mon, help me wit somethin
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| You like me, I can tell by your wicked actions
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| I wanna rock wit you like Michael Jackson
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| (coughing) Erick, what slow down, baby
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| You’re not Seal, so why you actin Crazy
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| I wanna be your man, the whole nine sounds cute
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| Us buggin out, and us knockin boots
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| But you, you wanna go out and start cheatin
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| Hangin Tough like the New Kids every damn weekend
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| Thinkin I’m stupid, girl, you must be buggin
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| The boy you messin wit is my cousin
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| Tryin to play the E-Double wit the old weak flim flam
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| Don’t play me and reach out for the next man
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| Don’t play me, play the next man (4X)
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| I was wonderin why you went to work everyday
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| OK, yea, maybe to get extra pay
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| But when you stepped out, you was dressed to impress
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| (How fresh) so fresh, that you walked wit finesse
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| Word is bond, I could’ve sworn you was minglin
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| The way you was movin, the way your earrings was jinglin
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| Of course, you was messin wit the Boss
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| Not Bruce Springsteen, your boss drove a Porsche
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| Remember, you went to work one night
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| While me and D-Wade was home watchin the Mike Tyson fight
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| You said goodbye, gave me a couple of kisses
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| I peep the coat I didn’t buy you for Christmas
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| You went out to a fancy restaurant
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| Came in actin all nonchalant
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| Asked you a question, shook up like Elvis Presley
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| Your makeup smudged, your hair messy
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| Shh, quiet, I caught cha
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| Tell him my name is Parrish Smith, I used to mess wit his daughter
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| Yes the Mic Doc and I’ll be damned
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| Don’t play me, play the next man
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| (P: PMD, E: Erick Sermon, B: Both)
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| (P)Now if ya girl’s on your back Jack, cut her like a lumberjack
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| (Cut her off, cut her off)
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| (E)And if your man done son, trade him in for a new one
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| (Cut him off man, cut him off)
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| (P)So if ya man is runnin wild, slow em down, school em Jack
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| (E)Before he plays you off, girl (P) just to prove a fact
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| (E)And get your feelings hurt kid (P) plus your heart broken
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| (B)Bust it («Can't truss it!»)
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| (P)What (E) a relationship (P) friendship
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| (E)Hardship (P) fell on the booze when ya boy tripped
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| (E)So pick ya pride up boy (P) oopsy daisy
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| (P)See ya (E) Audi Ghost Patrick Swayze |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Play The Next Man , by - EPMD. Song from the album Business Never Personal, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп