Play The Next Man - EPMD

(Erick Sermon) 
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 
(coughing) 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 
(Chorus) 
Don't play me, play the next man (4X) 
(PMD) 
I was wonderin why you went to work everyday 
OK, yea, 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 Boss 
Not Bruce Springsteen, your boss drove a Porsche 
Remember, 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 Christmas 
You 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 
Chorus 
(P: PMD, E: Erick Sermon, B: Both) 
(P)Now if ya girl's on your back Jack, cut her like a lumberjack 
(Cut her off, cut her off) 
(E)And if your man done son, trade him in for a new one 
(Cut him off man, cut him off) 
(Repeat) 
(P)So if ya man is runnin wild, slow em down, school em Jack 
(E)Before he plays you off, girl (P) just to prove a fact 
(E)And get your feelings hurt kid (P) plus your heart broken 
(B)Bust it ("Can't truss it!") 
(P)What (E) a relationship (P) friendship 
(E)Hardship (P) fell on the booze when ya boy tripped 
(E)So pick ya pride up boy (P) oopsy daisy 
(P)See ya (E) Audi Ghost Patrick Swayze
Artist: EPMD
Title: Play The Next Man