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